Little Moments 1

September 18, 2015

It’s 7:17 in the morning and the sun is rising

I am stirred only by the cool breeze floating through my window

The morning kisses my cheeks and caresses my skin

It is quiet and calm and serene

I smile to myself as I sit up

The warm light is slowly flooding the darkest corners of my space

The day is calling

And I must go

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