sometimes it really is the little things

midnight shimmers (my lava lamp)

pale pink of the morning

watching the sunrise from my rooftop

Chai tea with damp roof shingles on the chill of a September night

Just to be still,
in these moments,
in these breaths of time.
One moment to take my breath away
into another.
Life's all made of breaths,
anyway.
Let us do our best to take some more away
and leave ourselves
breathless.