I love waking up in the morning and finding it has rained.
The ground is wet, the air slightly chilly.
When you breathe in, you smell a thousand different things: the wet earth, the new leaves, the clear sky.
Birds everywhere chirp and whoop and squeak, in a melodious cacophony.
The world is clear and new, just like after the first snowfall of winter, but alive instead of dead.
I love those days.
The ground is wet, the air slightly chilly.
When you breathe in, you smell a thousand different things: the wet earth, the new leaves, the clear sky.
Birds everywhere chirp and whoop and squeak, in a melodious cacophony.
The world is clear and new, just like after the first snowfall of winter, but alive instead of dead.
I love those days.
1 comment:
I just love waking up every morning. As far as I know it sure beats the alternative.
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