- An entire field of singular grass blades each tipped with it’s very own dewdrop catching the morning sun and becoming diamonds.
- the sudden feel of that warm coccoon between the quilt and you on a cool morning and the comfort of the snooze button and multiple pressings. AND still making the train. Well, not the usual train, the NEXT one.
- A riot of arguing cockatoos flapping and fluttering overhead alive and all too cheerful in the morning.
Good morning. it is a lovely ( albeit humid) Thursday morning in Oz. The sunshine and painting the office desks bright and light. And noone is here yet, just me.