It’s not just that the morning air was crisp and cool, and the sun just beginning to beam and shine in the early hours. It was the way the wind chimes would casually move and the air would fill with music. It was the prisms that glittered and glistened and moved quietly over shadows obstructed from the suns view.
Maybe it was the laziness of two cats basking in the sun and a dog that loyally laid at my feet. I just wanted to lean in to the suns and soak up all the beauty, and delicately hold it in my hands and place it gently in my pocket. I wanted to romanticize and remember every minute detail, so I wouldn’t forget the way it warmed me, the way the soft scent of flowers and coffee floated softly, the way Persephone pounced on Winston and loved on him at the same time begging for his attention, the way Anastasia lay on her side like Bastet on the wrought iron chair, the outreach of her tiny paws. Yes I want to remember the smile I woke with and my tousled hair and all too cozy pjs. I wanted to bookmark this memory because the decadence of a moment was so simply amazing and also how I felt.
It wasn’t overwhelming beauty, no that was the wrong word to describe it, it was breathtaking.
