Rather chilly day
I like the light vibration, the peep of a a perky morning text messages, with greetings so sweet.
Like waking up on a windy 9am, wrapped in cosy sheets and pillows so light.
Like continental breakfasts, the crispy bacon, ham and peppery, soy-sauced half-boiled egg. Oh yes, the crunchy salad, organic bread and scrabbled eggs.
Like smelling tea scent, eyes closed before I taste the richness within a sip. Some cookies would be good if I'm up for a snack.
Like the warmth of sun transiting out from an icy office. The liberation of cold with glow so tanned.
Like undivided attention of my dinning friend. Hearty chat and smiles so fair.
Like my dog throttling in joy when I return back. It's wagging tail, so pleased to have me back.
Like the night messages of words describing sweet slumbers, embraces and that. Like a golden ticket to lalaland.
