write on my journal,
read my book (and i am amassing a lot, lately. bwahahaha!)
amidst my treasure, put my feet up, take my cuppa folgers hot with my chocnuts,
and look out my capiz windows which i open just a little, tiny bit to see where my morning songs are coming from. . .
all these i do slowly, complacently, contentedly. . . knowing i have in my hands, the most precious thing of all - time.
ilysm! i know you know it! ♥ ♥ ♥