*Little things

Little things –

like walking barefoot in the green damp morning grass,

feeling the soft summer breeze on the fine little hairs of your arms,

light behind the curtains,

touching the soft petals of a poppy flower,

the smell of pink roses,

a tiny bird sitting on a big roof,

the sweet looking shadow of Sunny when we are doing our daily walks,

summer fields in the most mellow evening light –

those little things

are often the greatest.

{Claudia Voglhuber}

☙