Heaven, is like lounging on a soft towel, listening to the waves as it empties on the beach, inundated by a sea of rock starts like surfers, immersing yourself on the art brazing the wall and letting go, losing your spirit in the breeze that was one cold Sunday afternoon. And just how the script read.
spring
Spring 19
Day 2 Post 1 Day #2
Lisbon, Portugal
Day 2 Post 1
Day #2, and my first positive message of this day is that I am thankful to have woken up. True, I woke up before 5 a.m. on a Sunday, and I would have really preferred to sleep until closer to 8, but wake up I did, happy, healthy, and knowing that I will see another day with my family. As I sit by the window in my office (house is stifling hot, and that’s the only place with a breeze and ceiling fan) typing this status, the birds are singing up a storm outside and I listen to the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves of the trees. Honestly folks, can it really get any better than this? I think not. Except, maybe if it were 8 a.m. and it was Saturday instead of Sunday. LOL!
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