Weekend Writing Prompt

Waking up to a beam of sunlight warming your skin chilled by the damp night air that had settled. Hearing the birds chirping, singing sweet songs, no words, just beauty in the sound.
Planning the day, thinking of friends, loving life as is.

Finding the beauty
Knowing simple things are rare
Within and without.

©2022 CBialczak Poetry

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