It sounds like old school r&b music while we clean the house
It sounds like Natasha Beddingfield, and Suddenly I see, and Brighter day while eggs fry and hips shake
It sounds like home made concerts, complete with perfect shaky harmonies.
When the morning sings
It feels like windows open on a warm summer’s day
Sunshine heating the breeze that chasses through the house
It feels like the expert dance of bodies knowing a space and moving within it with ease
The familiar and perfect comfort of the couch of your childhood
When the morning sings
It tastes sweet and savoury and juicy
It tastes like whipped cream over pancakes
Like sausages and ketchup
Like a perfect cup of tea
A refreshing glass of juice
A life giving smoothie
When the morning sings
It looks like a full fridge
Like a successful meal prep
Like the smiling face of your love
Like when you get out of shower and you have all the skin care you want
It looks like getting ready to meet your friends
It looks like coming home and someone has made you food
When the morning sings
It smells like your favourite perfume
Like a load of freshly washed laundry that someone else has done for you
It smells like a new book you finally have the time to get cozy and dive into
It smells like finally
You are home.
*Prompt from @angelalowes on insta✨
THE EVOLVING KIND 