I guess it would be this time at the beginning of each day– quiet, coffee, and writing. Purposeful, low pressure, just organizing my thoughts and trying to write something cogent and descriptive.
On the other hand, I’m not sure one can plan a sense of peace. Sometimes you don’t know it until you’re in the midst of it– when you’re tempted to say something hyperbolic, like “It doesn’t get any better than this.”
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