kayla.barnside
Calm Morning, hot Coffee
Something to picture for you all:
You’re standing at the edge of a wooden porch, your fingers wrapped around a warm mug. The air is cool and damp, laced with the earthy scent of pine and wet moss. Thick mist rolls through the trees, softening their outlines into ghostly silhouettes. The mountains ahead rise like sleeping giants, barely visible through the gray veil.
Slowly, light begins to pour in—thin, golden beams slicing through the fog like quiet revelations. The sun, still low on the horizon, glows with a warm amber halo. As the mist thins, the landscape unfolds: jagged cliffs glowing with dew, treetops catching the light like emerald flames, and far below, a river glinting like a silver ribbon winding through the valley.
The sky shifts from pale gray to soft pink, then to a brilliant, cloud-kissed blue. Your breath fogs in the cold air as you lift the cup again—rich, dark coffee warming your hands and waking your senses. Steam curls lazily toward the morning light, and for a moment, everything stands still. The world feels both vast and personal, wild and calm.
It’s not just a view—it’s a feeling. One you could stay in forever.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bEeaS6fuUoA
Bill Withers - Lovely Day
Calm Morning, hot Coffee
Something to picture for you all:
You’re standing at the edge of a wooden porch, your fingers wrapped around a warm mug. The air is cool and damp, laced with the earthy scent of pine and wet moss. Thick mist rolls through the trees, softening their outlines into ghostly silhouettes. The mountains ahead rise like sleeping giants, barely visible through the gray veil.
Slowly, light begins to pour in—thin, golden beams slicing through the fog like quiet revelations. The sun, still low on the horizon, glows with a warm amber halo. As the mist thins, the landscape unfolds: jagged cliffs glowing with dew, treetops catching the light like emerald flames, and far below, a river glinting like a silver ribbon winding through the valley.
The sky shifts from pale gray to soft pink, then to a brilliant, cloud-kissed blue. Your breath fogs in the cold air as you lift the cup again—rich, dark coffee warming your hands and waking your senses. Steam curls lazily toward the morning light, and for a moment, everything stands still. The world feels both vast and personal, wild and calm.
It’s not just a view—it’s a feeling. One you could stay in forever.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=bEeaS6fuUoA
Bill Withers - Lovely Day