I love, I wonder
I love
the way the cats wait for me at the bottom of the steps in the morning
I wonder
if they start waiting at a certain time, or hear my alarm, or me, or maybe they just know what time it is?
I love
the pink and orange sunrise through the trees in my backyard
I wonder
when will the trees be green again and will it feel sudden? I don’t remember what the sunrise looks like through the trees when they are full
I love
when my coffee is perfect – smooth and creamy with a hint of maple
I wonder
will I move my quiet coffee time from the couch to the porch when it’s warm again? If I close my eyes I can feel those spring mornings
I love
quiet mornings that start with stretching, journaling, mindful light therapy before I scroll
I wonder
how long will these good habits last? How many good habits can you start at once and what good habit can I start next?
On a Thought 
I love your exquisite use of visceral imagery.
I wonder if can emulate that in my writing.
Morning coffee is such a sacred time. Even better outside when it’s warm! I really like how you constructed this slice, you always inspire me!
Morning coffee is called “lingering” in my house. I never get to linger until the weekend. There’s nothing more luxurious than lingering with coffee, staring, reading, or talking with a loved one. NOTHING BETTER.
I like this! I appreciate the peeks inside your brain =)
The structure adds to the appreciation. I love reading your slices. I wonder why I’m terrible at adding comments.