semptember's thursday morning

break the reading of "the name of the rose" from umberto eco with a book named "a spot of bother" from an author of "the curious incident of the dog in the night-time". while reading the book, thought about the old age of a human and was carried by my imagination to a land full of joy, where a house with garden is settled and a near by river or a stream is crossed by a wooden bridge. a land full of yellowish and redish sunsets, land full of magic moons and lovely breeze playing with your hair or giving you light kisses on your face.

imagined how i wake up and see my love sleeping next to me, giving her a light kiss on her forehead and thank the angels for such marvelous woman. make her blanket cover her so the cold morning breeze would not tickelish her lovely feet. watching her sleepin' and again and again contemplate about the fact how beautiful she is and what does she mean for me.

at the end of thinking just admit that my dream became a reality. stealing a part of her blanket and joining my love by her side, give her a hug and enjoy the beautiful moment of another marvelous and magic morning.