I Love Those Spring and Summer Mornings

                   This is something I thought of this morning when I woke up this morning and went outside. I wrote about it and decided to share with all of you wonderful people.

                  I love those mornings: in the spring and summer where it had rained the night before. I can remember them very clearly. The sky is ominous, yet there's a hint of sunlight peeking through, not yet touching the Earth with its warm finger. The air is cool, touched with a slight, gentle breeze; blowing my hair left and right. I get bits of just-slept-on-hair in mouth. It tastes of my detangler spray: apples. There is a smell of sweet water in the air. A combination water and the pollen it stole from the flowers the night before. I sit outside on the porch slowly sipping a warm cup of hot chocolate. The warm chocolate dancing on  my tongue. Then, I go inside and the sensation of this morning is over.

                It's memories like these that remind me of my surroundings and nature. I love those spring and summer mornings.

               Thank you for listening. Sorry I haven't written in a while. I hope you liked it.

                                                                                                                 

                                                                                                                     -A