during the night, moonlight winks and smiles into my room While outside I can hear the rhythmic hushing of distant waves Sometimes I hear Heidi rustling on her bed in the corner It must be the exotic fragrance of the lilies that wakes me so gently Perched on my nightstand there are always books and sometimes flowers.
And in the morning, the magic continues.
May your day be filled with a collection of small moments of beauty and light.
such drama in the photos. they really accompany your words about night into morning well.
(in your most recent post, i’m intrigued at how there is a reflection above the piano keys that obscures Yamaha)
Those lilies are glowing. How beautiful!
A medley of life’s small beauties that we sometimes overlook. I love the storyline and the photos that accompany it.