The hour of our discontent …

I’m awake.

I hate the earliness of my awakened state.

It’s the in between.

It’s not late, nor is it early.

Instead, it just ‘is’ …

I think too much when it’s dark and quiet,  and my longings run wild.

Sleep, I want to sleep.

Sleep brings restoration, peace and a quiet mind.

I want to leave this world of darkness and preternatural stillness to its own devices.

Not to be roused again until the sun shines high above, coating the world with rays of light, that catch the dew on sweet green grass. Bringing forth bits of rainbow colour.

Enfold me once again night, and let me be.

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Happiness is …

an iced decaf latte

warm sunshine

a pups smile

productivity

Wen hair (no, really, it is)

new beginnings

loving my body

sweet – juicy – organic pears

a long walk  …

(for starters)

Life is lovely.

Happiness Is…

 
  
  
 
 
 
•Crisp parchment paper•
•Old fashioned ink pens•
•The sound and smell of wood crackling in a fire-place•
•Birds and their songs•
•Black and white horror films on Halloween•
•Sappy love songs•
•Barry Manilow (don’t judge)•
•Surprises just because•
•Giving•
•Old world charm and manners•
•Chivalry (towards me of course)•
•Singing in the shower•
•I have a crazy desire to collect hand-made soaps•
•Coach purses•
•Naming everything•
•Alone behaviour when I’m not alone•
•Penguins•
•Music•
•The Quiet•
•Old Buildings and their stories•
•Books and their smell•
•Deep penetrating kisses•
•Cooking•
•Equestrian events•
•The wind in my face•
•Individuals who understand girls like me•
•Lace•
•Pink Depression glass•
•Deadliest Catch•
•Hedgehogs•
•Puppies•
•Nick and Nora Charles•
•The sound of a heart beating•
•Fog•
•The sound of the ocean•
•Learning to be patient•
•The thrill of instant gratification•
•Searching flea markets for hours•
•Spontaneous trips•
•Secret places•
•English gardens•
•Pretty Bungalows•
•Diet Coke•
•Ritual of all kinds•
•The scent of burning incense•
•Strong hands that heat my skin•
•laughter that bubbles forth from ones soul•
•The smell of Tuberose•
•The way chocolate melts on my tongue•
•The way words feel as they slip from my lips•
•The feel of snow flakes on my eyelashes and rain on my lips•
•My obesession with lipstick•
•Pink, sparkly things•
•Magic wands (if only)•
•Hostess Cherry Pies•
•Being read to•
•Wearing a mans shirt•
•Being objectified (fun)!•
•The Dark•
•Martinis•
•French Champagne•
•Being still with myself•
•Blue Alerts•
•Crushed ice•