~~~ The little things ~~~

Just how strangely wonderful it is to wake up to rains, the reticent pitter-patter of the drops against the translucent window that you closed the night before, now beckoning you to sweep them open and cast your idle gaze at the freshly painted world outside. I plant a tender kiss on the rain drops on the window pane, inhale the scent of the wet mud, let out a smile and gingerly slide down the bed. Thoughts of some freshly brewed hot coffee naturally circle around, and I head towards the kitchen. And just then, something occurs and I pause and move towards the window.

There is a line of row houses in front of my building, which I can see from my bedroom window. I one of the houses a little family of four lives. I have never seen the father, but often have caught myself standing at the sill, a little behind the curtains, so as to not appear creepy staring at utter strangers, and watch the mother and her toddler play outside their house. the older one in a world of her own somewhere nearby. on mornings when its drizzling, out the come, laughter floating about them and hands extended to catch droplets of joy that trickles down the asbestos roof, under which they stand, and live. And sailing colorful paper boats down the rain stream on the street. Such a pure moment of beauty, soul clinging.

Indeed it’s the mere little things that make such a beautiful world.