Sprinkles of dew tickle my face.
Pleasant petrichor wafts through feathery palm leaves, and I breathe. Deep.
A gentle breeze brings about tiny whispers, sweet flowers kiss my skin.
Sunlight peeks through a curtain of misty weather,
a promise of never-ending summery sights
and I tremble with unquestionable excitement.
Hello, mornings. How I’ve missed you.