Fuzzy blanket wrapped softly around my shoulders, hot teacup radiating warmth into my chilly fingers, nose reddened with cold, I breathe a sigh of comfort. My thoughts light, my eyes bright, hope grew within me.
I turned to the rising sun, drinking in the pastel palette. The rosy pinks, the gentle blues, the hesitant yellows.
It's rays crept over the sleeping world, gently awakening all it touches.
The chinook swept over the green clover fields, each flower nodding with it's tender touch, and sending it's sweet scent drifting over to where I sat.
I smiled, sleepy green eyes nearly closed. For once, my mind was at peace with my heart.
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Ramblings
RandomThis is where I will write random ideas or stand-alone paragraphs that are completely ridiculous, and as I said before, random.
