A leisurely walk to school in the early morning breeze enlivens without a doubt a dampened spirit, especially so on a Friday. That, with alluring blue skies and soft white clouds like cotton candies rising up to meet me on the road simply make me wish to stay glued on the ground, eyes fixed on the firmament.
Why can’t all mornings be such as this? Maybe they are, somehow. I just fail to notice.
- Morning Skies (letstalklistenlearn.wordpress.com)
- Nothing But Blue Skies Do I See (frannywalks.wordpress.com)