It's the perfect morning to bake bread.
The high heat and humidity of the past few listless days is over and there is a fresh breeze coming through the open windows.
My yellow and white striped curtains are dancing with happy pleasure.
The robins are calling cheerily to each other amidst the canopy of verdant sycamores.
And my bread is steadily rising, basking in the early morning light.
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