Smell of home

What's in a warm breeze that climbs in through the balcony doors? The awning half way down sways quietly while the chirping of midmorning sparrows welcome my first steps out of bed today. What's in the warm inviting keyboard? My pug lies by my feet in quiet digestion of his morning meal awaiting his short walk. Not having to rush anywhere, I still savour the fruit salad breakfast on my palate. I checked the news online and not much stood out. After reading about the latest possible comeback of two veteran stars to my River Plate, I glided on to my morning page of today. And I remember the first time I was told about writing morning pages. And think of this kind of weather in San Diego, a little less humid, and definitely cloudy in the early morning. What's in a wandering mind half dozing half awaking? I long for the sound of waves crushing onto the warm white sand of DR. I welcome this peace, and am grateful for today...