My favorite kind of morning

[tryst_inn]

Its one of those misty mornings here, where you can almost hear the mist falling onto the trees. A sort of bemused hushing sound, anticipation as an almost-visible sensation. Its a cool gray morning, the songbirds are quiet and all you can hear are the crows in the neighbors' trees. Even the roosters are silent

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[hestiax]

*jealous*