Slow mornings, ginger filler air and tea brewing a boiling red.
The suffocating quilts, heavy but oh so warm !
A familiar touch on the forehead - "Good morning , get up and have tea," she says.
So predictable and comforting.
So uncomplicated the living.
So less the words and such simple interpretations.
These small hill town joys.
I yearn for home.
The suffocating quilts, heavy but oh so warm !
A familiar touch on the forehead - "Good morning , get up and have tea," she says.
So predictable and comforting.
So uncomplicated the living.
So less the words and such simple interpretations.
These small hill town joys.
I yearn for home.