Comforting Things
The sound of birds singing
outside your window on a Sunday morning.
The feeling of your hands running through a soft fuzzy blanket.
The tingling feeling on your hands when you hold a warm cup of tea.
The sound of wind rustling the grass in the park.
The smell of warm cinnamon, and hot coffee
on a cold rainy morning.
The taste of warm maple syrup melting on your tongue.
The light coming from the rising sun
coming from the mountains.
When you look up into the first light of the morning.
The beam hitting your face, the dust dancing
around you in the spot light coming from the sun.
Liza G7