A little poem.
I love when I wake up and there’s no darkness in my room;
the day started without me but I have no rush to catch up.
It just got dressed and smells night, like a thoughtful lover.
I love when everything I see looks like an album cover
from an unknown family band,
who only sings about the finer things, and keeps their troubles inside.
I love when I drink just enough to feel nothing and everything all at once.
I love how fresh air can fix most problems and tell the best stories.
Sometimes all you need is to open up even when you’ve always said
‘sorry we’re closed’.
I love the smell of a real fire because it was made with human hands.
I love when things are just that.
-Brett
What do you love?
