The morning breeze is brisk yet subtle.
And I woke anew as I meditated through writing.
Palo Santo burned; the aromatherapy to my mind.
I sit here awaiting the boil of the water so I can have my tea.
My eyes have just fully resurfaced from night.
My limbs are slowly building energy to carry me into this day.
Replenishing my body with a glass of water.
I glance at the the flowers that bring life to my home.
And I commend them for being the perfect example that although you may not see it, life is beautiful and alive.
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