the littlest things are the best things. Like
A walk in the cool green woods.
Champagne at lunch.
A little bit of chocolate.
Working from home and hearing the choir at the church across the street, all its windows flung wide open.
Sleeping in ’til 8a, and the fog burning off before noon.
A sparkling clean house.
Strong coffee in a pretty cup.
(… and a smidge of cake.)
Late summer light.
On the cusp of a three-day weekend, I’m dreaming of soft serve on the beach and pints on the lawn, long runs in the sun and reading in the shade, cups of hot tea and endless blue skies. And so I’m off to find some of them.
Wishing you a long weekend full of the sweet little things.