lovely

waking up to the damp sweet smell of night being gathered up by the sun. a soft brown nest of blankets keeps me enraptured in dreams, inquisitive breeze plays cautiously with the window linen. i slip my feet from the covers, pulling myself up, i gaze upon the newest day, bright, but hazy, open the window fully, earthy, leafy and sweet. feel silky wind slide past my face, fresh baked walkways, clouds of wool, and still barren trees greet me. i am home.