Have you ever woken up early enough in the morning to feel a slight twinge of cold reaching out through your toes as you lay half dead in your bed not wanting to get out? It’s a good day. You haven’t opened the windows to see the sky or anything but you know that it’s a good day and everything is going to be perfect…as perfect as brown fuzzy cashmere goat kids bouncing on lush green hillside. Or more precisely as perfect as autumn leaves swiveling in the air to a rhythm of their own, trying to reach the ground as the sun kisses the sky in a most gentle and tangy peach.
No comments:
Post a Comment