Hotel Room Window

Just about enjoying the moment, no matter how much #*$* happens to you outside of it. If there is peace in that time, then relish that peace and don't stress the rest.

A fresh orange, a cup of coffee

Warm morning sunlight breaks through the white drapes

Of a cold, lonely winter morning

 

I look back to the bed, and see a pale thigh,

A tussle of wavy chestnut hair,

Entangled within the nest of floral print bedsheets.

 

Turning to stare back out my hotel room window,

I realize that I will never be certain what the day may bring...

 

But in this moment, this quiet place,

I take solace in the knowledge that everything is good, 

And perfect,

And I smile...

The End

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