The little things that matter.

Yesterday morning I sat on the balcony, something I hadn't done in quite a while, and I started working on my latest story while drinking a cup of coffee. I loved it so much, I think I might repeat the occasion whenever I get the chance. The dogs are an issue and will probably keep me from concentrating, plus annoy me until I play with them, which is why I'm rarely there in the first place.

There never goes a day without me staring at the view. I'm grateful for my home, it brings inspiration. None of that "spoiled rich girl" thing; I actually do appreciate it. I've taken some of my favorite scenery pictures from up here; and enjoyed the sunset every single day. Most days it's covered in gray clouds, but some days, if I'm lucky, I get to experience a gradient of oranges and pinks, sometimes even purple. Sometimes the sun is ridiculously huge, and as it goes down right behind the horizon, I like to think of it as a big cookie being dipped on milk. It brings a smile to my face.

How many people give a shit about these little things? The days go by and with them, a whole lot of amazing things. Some people are just too focused on other things.