Isn't it nice if life is full of dusty colours?
colours that are not too loud nor too soft
i don't know. but i love mornings.
they seem so quiet and has an unspoken beauty in it.
I chanced upon a book that had little bits of illustrations that reminded me of old Enid Blyton fairy tales. It had that vintage 1930s feel to it.
there was a short paragraph that went something like that, "point out how beautiful the flowers of the fields are, how brightly the sun shines, how crystal clear the lakes are or how sweet the sounds of the chirping of birds are. for all these were made by God"
how nice.
i love to go to work each day and pause on the fifth step and just take in a breath of this sweet-smelling fruitty aroma that greets me. It is this bottle of expensive pomegranade and sage aromatic oil that just adds that drop of cheer to my working life.
i like cold breezy mornings and i like to peek out of my bedroom's window to see morning mist settling away.
though i wish to snuggle in bed an hour or so more, i am excited at thoughts of warm, filling breakfasts and quiet morning walks.
i would love a tall glass of cold milk on a warm morning and a hot cuppa chocolate or coffee on a cold morning.
morning and evening walks make life pretty interesting.
my office is settled in a quaint area where convenience is rather out of the picture. i love to notice the colourful array of flowers peeping out from people's front lawns and the crystal drops of dew on leaves and grasses that remind me of babies tear drops from a morning's yawn.
working may seem like a retinal and boring set of to-dos each day. but i skip my way to work, observing little creations by God and just not thinking too much about each day.
life's great with silence as much as it is with noise and company.
i learn to just step a step back and bask in morning's beauty before stepping into a moment of busyness and endlessness.
alright.
buona sera.
