Morning

The sun shinning through the glass, the curtains going back and forth waving the colorful birds standing just outside that old wood window. That sweet spring smell that just inundate that little warm room. The hart bitten of the wood selling, and the crack of the floor covered by that past century red and green handmade carpet. The soft rhythm of the leafs dancing ones over the other. That warm feeling of being at home. That incomparable place were everything is sweet and peaceful.