Saturday, October 15, 2011

Journal # 7

Waking up each morning to the sound of your voice. The sun shines on my face as I open the window. Birds singing to the melody of the crickets. The smell of a new day flows all over my room. The warmth of the sun, heats my soul. Just to know it was all gone that day.

1 comment:

  1. What happened "that day"? I love the switch, but want to know more about the actual event.
    8/10

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