Journal Entry

A cup of hot, freshly steamed cocoa would be very tasty right about now. It’s not exactly cold but a soft wind is whispering, and a light drizzle of rain is falling. It is just one of those mornings that you just want to curl-up beneath a blanket whilst sitting on the chaise near the window. Cup in hand. Steam circling in the ether. I watch as the pine sways and the birch masters a new dance, that once perfected will put the pine to shame.

I settle-in, content with my cup of coffee, and sit at my writing table while glimpsing a look-see through the lace that hangs in front of the window. So, in the event you are walking by, your view of me will be skewed.

Not that you would be able to see inside anyway as the rhododendron and the pine are standing guard.

Quite majestically, I might add.

The raindrops chime a little tune as they fall from oft the roof,

and the birds are chirping.

I do believe today is going to be melodious.

And I am here to enjoy it all.

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