there are mornings when you wake up gratefully surprised for a rare night of uninterrupted sleep; morning commutes when the crowd seems to part for you, the paths magically open, as you breeze through the journey in your most comfortable clothes.
there are childhood songs you listen to, that are part of you, and they take you to a place where the prickly heat cannot touch you, nor the summer sunlight blind you.
there are near-empty offices that welcome you on a friday, that make your heart leap for the gift of solitude and focus, a veritable playground without distraction, a time to be creative without being social, a listening session for once with one's self.
there are days when the words flow unbidden and the hands willingly oblige, and in front of you a high-speed laptop as basin for your ramblings.
there are days, even just moments, that you live for, and commit to memory. days like today.: )
there are childhood songs you listen to, that are part of you, and they take you to a place where the prickly heat cannot touch you, nor the summer sunlight blind you.
there are near-empty offices that welcome you on a friday, that make your heart leap for the gift of solitude and focus, a veritable playground without distraction, a time to be creative without being social, a listening session for once with one's self.
there are days when the words flow unbidden and the hands willingly oblige, and in front of you a high-speed laptop as basin for your ramblings.
there are days, even just moments, that you live for, and commit to memory. days like today.: )
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