Another Sunrise on the terrace,
These are the delicate moments that I cherish.
Ash tray, cherries, and stories flying about like fairies
With each inhale a new fairy-tale curled up in opaque clouds swiftly vanishing with style after each exhale.
Morning breath, warm smiles, onyx hair running wild
Puffy eyes and fuzzy pjs
-What a world your presence creates
Your comfort is a fur coat on a chilly soul needing warming
She’s my soothing cup of tea during a gracious Sunday morning