Tuesday, 18 January 2011


The gentle grey green morning cradles me in its comfortable arms, there are no sharp edges or loud noises, just the soft slow hum of another day dawning.

"Every morning we are born again. What we do today is what matters most." - Buddha


Paul Andrew Russell said...

Oh for a green morning. All white here again!

Nice writing, Susannah. You captured it very well. '...no sharp edges or loud noises...' Lovely.

Susannah said...

Thanks Paul. :-)

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