In California 

When the shower drops feel like splashes of paint on a canvas.

And the cacophony of water falling on the floor feels like drum beats echoing in an old classroom.

When the sun’s rays manage to warm you just enough.

And the crisp air around you fills you with hope and passion for the day that is about to start.

When you can hear the birds loud and clear from your bedside.

And you watch the early moon rise above the clouds.

When words fill your mind but express no desire to come out.

And tears of joy come and rest at the corner of your eye. And a smile that brims and yet tucks right under your lips.

Then, be thankful. For being in love. Being happy. And most likely being in California.

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