there is a knowing coldness, that seeps into my spine, this early November morning. a hush falls over the world; as it prepares itself for new events. the dewdrop that makes the mint leaf gleam, in anticipation of the rising sun. the melody of a piano being played, in the distance; tells of a soul that is sad. the happy yapping of the little dog, as it goes for its daily walk, with its owner; and you, just waking up--tousled hair, yawning mouth, kissing me soundly, waiting for a hug. good morning! #morning #description #you #yqbaba
