It's so nice to wake up in the country; birds singing, the lap of the water @ the edge the lake, the fresh air, the rustle of leaves. It's nice to feel the openness of space, see the trees tall in the sky, see the blue stretch over the horizon and far away. Breath in the fresh air, cough out the city smog, it smells different, it tastes different. Feel the stillness of nobody around. Listen to the voices of the land. The whispers in the trees. The sigh on the morning sun.
I sat on the top step, in the warm light and drank my coffee, playing in the gravel with my toes. A gentle breeze blew through the hair on the back of my head, cool and crisp. The sun warmed my skin. The coffee cup was hot clasped between my fingers.
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