Birdsong starts my day Windchimes tinkle like silver Tea kettle whistles Spoon clicks sides of mug Stirs coffee, cream and sugar Sighs of contentment
Birdsong starts my day Windchimes tinkle like silver Tea kettle whistles Spoon clicks sides of mug Stirs coffee, cream and sugar Sighs of contentment
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That does sound like a moment of bliss.
It never fails if I have my coffee.
Mmmmm 🙂
Essentials of a well lived life, though mine is a cup of tea.
I think choice is another of the essentials of a good life.
Most certainly
🙂