wind chimes
early morning darkness
birds sing to my tea
Everyone else is asleep in my house. I’m very fond of these quiet moments. I hope all of you are safe and healthy.
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first morning of spring
sunlight moving through the trees
tea warms my soul
rain taps my window
echoing through memories
graveyard with damp grass
I listen to the gentle patter of the rain, memories full my head. Sitting in my bay window watching the rain. Laying in my childhood bed. Sitting in cafes, drying from walking, coffee welcome warmth.
Does rain’s sound trigger any memories for you?
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cold morning
rain gently taps
the day awakens