The sound of the rain outside the window. A cold water shower. The sting of the icy cold drops of water. Life creeping into your body bit by bit. A glass of hot milk.
The walk down to the lake. The haze of the morning sky. The quacking of the ducks and the chirping of the birds. The aroma of freshly cooked breakfast wafting through the air by the guest house.
The bench by the lake. The mild breeze in the air. The stillness of the lake reflecting the trees. The colours of the flowers brightened by the rain. A smile and a good morning wish by an absolute stranger. A book to read.
A perfectly lovely morning.
The walk down to the lake. The haze of the morning sky. The quacking of the ducks and the chirping of the birds. The aroma of freshly cooked breakfast wafting through the air by the guest house.
The bench by the lake. The mild breeze in the air. The stillness of the lake reflecting the trees. The colours of the flowers brightened by the rain. A smile and a good morning wish by an absolute stranger. A book to read.
A perfectly lovely morning.
nice one!
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
Deletei too define it as a perfect lovely morning,such peaceful and gorgeous mornings r always memorable
ReplyDeleteYes, they truly are :)
DeleteAlthough, I'm not sure this morning would have stayed on in my memory had I not captured it on my blog. I guess words are more powerful than experiences sometimes...