Good morning :o)
At work, we have a weekly, themed photo contest. The prompt for this past week was "What makes you love living where you do?" I had a number of ideas, but the thing about my apartment that resonates the most with me are the sunrises, light streaming through the curtains; warmth wherever the bright spots land on my skin. Fantastic.
I think the favorite morning I've ever had was back when I lived in Texas, when I was around 12. I woke up to the sounds of birds chirping outside of my window, and to a hint of the sun peeking through the cracks in my window blinds. I rolled out of bed, opened the blinds all the way, and reveled in the warmth that engulfed me at the window.
The sunrises at my apartment aren't quite there, but they're definitely the closest I've gotten since. Cheers.
"...You see you wouldn't ask why the rose that grew from the concrete had damaged petals...we would all celebrate its tenacity; we would all love its will to reach the sun..." —Tupac
At work, we have a weekly, themed photo contest. The prompt for this past week was "What makes you love living where you do?" I had a number of ideas, but the thing about my apartment that resonates the most with me are the sunrises, light streaming through the curtains; warmth wherever the bright spots land on my skin. Fantastic.
I think the favorite morning I've ever had was back when I lived in Texas, when I was around 12. I woke up to the sounds of birds chirping outside of my window, and to a hint of the sun peeking through the cracks in my window blinds. I rolled out of bed, opened the blinds all the way, and reveled in the warmth that engulfed me at the window.
The sunrises at my apartment aren't quite there, but they're definitely the closest I've gotten since. Cheers.
"...You see you wouldn't ask why the rose that grew from the concrete had damaged petals...we would all celebrate its tenacity; we would all love its will to reach the sun..." —Tupac
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