When the sun rises but you are in no hurry.
When all the birds are chirping but you have no worry.
When the whole world is running at full speed but you are just sitting at your rest stop.
When even earth is spinning to complete it’s rotation to reach the night.
What a gift it is to just sit on our bed holding your blanket tight.
Taking in all the beauty this moment holds trapped in the rays of sunlight
Oh what a bliss these mornings are when everything is alright!
Librocubicularist soul 