Crisp morning

Posted by Claudia Moser on 9:27 AM
This morning was amazing, a dry crisp morning with a hint of sun somewhere in the distance. I enjoy walking on such mornings, just to admire the nature, to take in its splendour. The day develops into a wonderful one, somehow I am tantelizing with the idea of leaving earlier and walk a bit. Unfortunately my husband is sick, with high fever at home, so I guess just after work I will be by his side as soon as I can drive. But I still have the smell in my nostrils, the wonderful crisp morning.



I hope your husband is well soon. It is nice to walk in the mornings.

hope hubby is better, and that you get to enjoy fresh crisp air again soon!

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