Dec 13, 2024
Enough
This morning, as the rain slows to a gentle hush, I slide open the door to my small garden on the veranda. Stepping outside, I set down my tea and books at my little reading nook, then wrap myself snugly in my scarf and blanket. The scent of petrichor still lingers—an earthy perfume left behind after rain and grass share their quiet dance. I let my gaze drift over the lush green landscape, savoring the silence and the softness of it all.
A slow weekend morning with gentle rain and a beloved book in hand—this is my “enough,” I think.
