Good morning

Leaves softly rustle outside my window.
Soft light, soft breeze
Invite me to wake.
Distant rush of traffic
Rush, rush, rushing
It does not reach me.
I am still.
Moving in stillness,
Softly stepping in a different pace.
Breath in the soft smells of morning light.
Love this time, love this morning.

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