in the quiet.

you love those quiet mornings.

there’s a steady hum in the air. it’s when the earth is refreshing itself, reawakening with the morning dew.

a soft breeze whispers in your ear, and you shiver, clutching your mug of tea tightly. the rays of sunlight warm your face, and a for a minute, you’re floating, with the breeze carrying you.

it ripples through the flowers.

you breathe in, deeply. the scent of fresh grass and crisp, chilly air fills your lungs as you exhale yesterday.

you are whole again.

you are new.

as you sit in the quiet.

and ready for a new day.


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