Tipping point
Every year there is a day toward the middle/end of summer where you wake up one morning and the air smells slightly different. The temperature is chill and you can tell Autumn will soon come. The day may develop into another lovely summer day but its like you’ve passed the tipping point. On days like this I deeply wish I was curled up in some cozy flannel PJ’s on my couch with a steaming hot cup of tea and some hearty warm breakfast like oatmeal. A puppy by my side and a kitty on my lap.
Even though I can’t do that today I carry within me that feeling of calm coziness.
Even though I can’t do that today I carry within me that feeling of calm coziness.