A soft Sea washed around the House
A Sea of Summer Air
And rose and fell the magic Planks
That sailed without a care --
Emily Dickinson
These are the days you pull tight your sweater and search the sands for treasures washed in with the tide, or curl yourself around a teacup and watch through the window as the mist moves over the shore...
This is tranquility. Bliss. The softness permeates the soul.
Wishing you well,
Today's Gratitude List:
- Shango Banana Spice tea
- Aprons
- Side sleeping
- Cocoa butter lotion
- The start of another great week
