Honestly WP? It’s morning, so your guess is as good as mine.
By the time evening rolls around, I might be raiding the biscuit tin, half-asleep in my chair, or glaring at Bully’s truck out the window. (Yes, that counts as a pastime.)
But evenings also have their way of surprising me. Sometimes they slip in quietly, offering nothing more than a mug of tea and a chance to breathe. Other times, they nudge me outside, where the last bit of light lingers and the day feels softer, almost forgiving.
So what will I be doing this evening? Maybe something ordinary, maybe something meaningful. The beauty is, I don’t actually need to know yet.
Mae 🧡
UNDER THE WILL... OVER THE DRAMA... 
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