Here i sit in the kitchen, it’s a nice quiet morning. All i hear are a few birds outside, the humm of the fridge and ticking of the clock. (oh and the chattering of the keyboard) Im fortunate enough to live in a peaceful part of town and right out my window is a creek. It rained last night and there are still drops in the trees.
Isnt that nice, makes you feel all warm and cuddly. Makes me think about pajama days.
Here’s my thought.
Everywhere i’ve lived, every house or apartment, ive always found a window that I could sit next to and look out at what ever was out there. Some times I think about all the different windows in all the different houses and all the different towns. I am a creature of habit.
I just find it interesting how my habits work. We seem to take what were given and somehow make it our own. What you do to something to make it yours is an obvious sign of who you are.
I’ve always liked the light hearted wimiskle things that make us who we are.
