- the early morning sun, slanting through the blinds at just the right angle, gently waking you up
- golden hour, when the sun’s rays glow through the windows and paint everything gold
- the delicate, protruding petals of that elegant flower that you forgot the name of outside
- the dancing breeze, kissing your cheek and whispering a secret message to you - and only you - as it passes by
- the little sparkles in the sidewalk, and how they shimmer under the sunset like tiny specks of the stars above . . .
- it’s the small things that i really love. the minuscule, mundane murmurs that are right there, in your everyday life, that you only hear when you begin to listen.
oct 19 2021 ∞
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