Mrs PP
Laughing so hard I can’t breath
Listening to a skylark twittering overhead on a perfect English summers day.
Doing something when I know that there’s no rush, no deadline, no problem. This can be cycling and not having to be anywhere at any particular time, enjoying company, or just pottering about in the garage taking something to bits.
Finding something I’ve been looking for. I don’t mean “where’s my glasses?” I mean the feeling I got on my honeymoon where we walked up a big hill to a quiet village in Sicily, then sat in the square overlooking the sea with a cool beer. That’s what I was looking for that week, something typically Italian. I’ve had this feeling before, and it can be odd things (But always simple things) that set it off for me, but it’s just a peace and happiness that I can almost feel bursting out inside me on a calm quiet day… Hard to describe though
“listen to the gentle humming of your soul”
This is where we had that cool beer
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IMG_0356[/url] by PeterPoddy[/url], on Flickr
This is the view from those tables
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IMG_0354[/url] by PeterPoddy[/url], on Flickr
Not big or grand or posh. Just……. right