Well...Where to begin...
Life just keeps going
Even when it seems as if time is standing still...
The days slip into one another
And moments pass by;
Sometimes there is joy
To be found in the birds bathing
In their song
In their chatter
There is joy in a steaming cup if tea
There is joy in a simple melody
There is joy in the morning
Surrounded by the soft, warm feather duvet
There is joy in the warmth of the sun
There is joy to be found...
Even when I forget to look for it
It is still there