Life's simple pleasures...
Waking up late on Sunday morning. Yes, a little hungover, but that seems to make that first cup of coffee that much sweeter. Listen to it bubble and brew while I read The Walrus, feet up on the couch soaking in a late-winter sunbeam.
Reflect...
There are no perfect people, only perfect moments. Recognized one of those at the time last night. Akin to seeing a shooting star: fleeting but if you catch it, it's so very worth it. Four around the table, everyone had burst into laughter at the exact same time. Fingers tap green glass beer bottles and gesture wildly in time with this partcular story. I grin to myself, content in bringing these people together.
My suspenders and striped socks venture out into the world.
Glasses clink and I smile at strangers and old friends.
Reflect...
There are no perfect people, only perfect moments. Recognized one of those at the time last night. Akin to seeing a shooting star: fleeting but if you catch it, it's so very worth it. Four around the table, everyone had burst into laughter at the exact same time. Fingers tap green glass beer bottles and gesture wildly in time with this partcular story. I grin to myself, content in bringing these people together.
My suspenders and striped socks venture out into the world.
Glasses clink and I smile at strangers and old friends.