Mornings like these

Mornings like these, when you wake up rested and wonder what time it is, then lie awake in bed and find the pain is gone. I knew it would happen some day, the way love passes, so does hurt, but the realisation is consuming nevertheless, I can live again without guilt or remorse, I can open the windows and breathe in the fresh air without almost feeling it´s a sin to be alive. 13716067_10153738430146711_4621537618287731637_nThese days we have Indian summer- we´re all overpowered by the heat and lie around like fur dots across the house- me, Sammy boy and Beo the cat. Now and again I even venture into the feeling of happiness, it´s a fairly new territory, I mean I´m happy in love, but I´m seldom happy on my own, but once you know the feeling, it´s both intoxicating and addictive. Yes, things are not where they should be yet, but by God, on a quiet summer morning, coffee in my hand and pets by my side, surrounded by all the things I love and have collected throughout my life, I can´t help but feel the tingle of “it could have been much worse”.

13716159_10153738430156711_3750143787620110238_nYesterday we tried the beach for an hour or so, but with no shade and lots of people, Sam barking at me if I tried to take a dip to cool down, I decided to find a cool spot and enjoy an ice-cream instead. He couldn´t have agreed more.13726844_10153738430121711_8003461189587527730_nIn the evening we went to the park for a couple of hours or so, Sam chewing on his empty water bottle and me reading a book, watching people and dogs from the top of the hill, working on our social skills (Sam´s, mine are fairly ok) and just breathing in the evening  air. 😉 Not bad, not bad at all.

I´ll leave you here, need to make some more coffee, this cutie lives on caffeine, I tell ya! 😉

xxx, Alina

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