November mornings
I like fall-winter mornings. They’re gentle. The sun is out, but not bold. It’s foggy, but not cloudy. It’s cold, so warm woolens make you feel hugged. There’s a few green trees, yet, a few rustling leaves. Like hope and destiny, side by side.
Like the entire world is at peace, in balance. Somehow, you just know that everything is going to be alright. Because everything feels right in November mornings.
