158: I Wake Up To…

7 Jun

…the sight of bright, pink lilies.

…the silence of a home that’s just about waking up.

…the gentle sound of rustling leaves.

…the smell of freshly brewed tea and coffee…and baked cake.

…the luxury of feeling at home, a place where I come from, and belong to.

…the gentleness of ma’s care and love.

…the joy of living life like it should be lived.

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