Good morning

Good morning my loves, I hope your morning has gone alright. I love it. I love these kinds of moments where every curl is out of place and the sky is foggy so that every boundary is a question. Is there more? I guess we'll never know until it clears away and the mystery is gone. The blankets are warmer than they should be and I never want to leave my perch by the window looking at nothing and everything. In the distance of empty trees and forgotten nests I wonder what their story has been. Was it long and exciting or did it draw on for years hoping for an end. These are the kind of mornings where my dimples get deeper for just myself and I feel comfortable with just the company of my cup of tea. No need for anyone but myself and warmth in a cup. I wonder what spring will bring. I wonder if it will be a beauty with flower buds blooming at every corner and a crisp breeze persistently blowing at my bare arms. No longer will chimneys be in business and warm drinks accessorized by many. But change is good. It brings excitement and something to think about.