Nature’s mid-century palms rose early without caffeine’s jolt. The quartet whisked breakfast into curls of golden cotton candy best consumed in a wondrous hush.
Perched on sprinkled pavement and slanted roofs, a mix of mourning doves, misplaced pigeons, and I marveled at December’s delight beyond distant flurries.
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Thank you, Tom.
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It is always a delight to read your poetry. So Nice to have a positive, esp. in today’s world.
Love and hugs.
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Thank you, Carol.
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Your wonderful post and words remind me that starting a daily practice of gratitude can help anyone recognize the positive in their life instead of focusing on the negative. And being thankful for all the good things we have can make us happier. Thanks for sharing, and have a good day 🙂 Aiva xx
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Thank you, Aiva! It’s amazing how much natural beauty surrounds us if we can pause and appreciate it.
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