every day

this morning, the sun’s entry on stage brought a burra’s chortle and children’s feet clippering on the polished pines to greet the day;  it’s sunday, and the air’s crisp is like yesterday, and the coffee is like anyday, and it’s velvet silk and satin smooth;  there are smiles stirring inside me as the simple slide of the kitchen window brings a breath of breeze and fragrant flowers;

it’s like this every day you know. today is just the same as every single other day, and every day i choose to be as magic as a simple cool and cozy, lazy sunday morning, and it’s pretty darn great.

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4 thoughts on “every day

  1. I am completely jealous of this prose… it is gorgeous. I would suggest that you pop in the capitals and stuff but maybe the flow of it would be interrupted by doing so?
    Fabulous it is (and I’m still jealous).

    I have been and read many on the scroll and always feel guilty that I do not get the time to stop by more often. The quality of your work is soaring Noah… wonderfully.

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