(This is an excerpt from an article featured in Over the Moon Magazine)
It’s nearly summer, when the call of the morning birds floats into your bedroom even before the sun has broken the horizon. A breeze balloons behind the long, linen curtains. You drink in a deeper breath, feeling a sweetness like honey fill you.
Pausing to linger luxuriously in this sleepy elation, you think to yourself, I’m so grateful for this day. I’m so grateful for a good night’s sleep. I’m so grateful to be alive! May I live this day to the fullest, for it may be my last.
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