I’m in love with lazy mornings. Warm bedsheets. Aimless thoughts. Empty schedules. Every body stretch purposeful, every yawn as audible as the last. Deliciousness. Listening with eyes tightly closed.
Somewhere off in the distance, nature’s symphony. The string section front and center. Robins, Cardinals, Finches and Sparrows all in turn. Luring my soul into the tree tops. Dancing in the leaves. Nowhere to be. Nothing to have. Nothing to do. I’m in love with lazy mornings.
A Fish Named Karen 