Big , open French windows overlooking the cityscape, raindrops drizzling down the panes.

The pastel curtains fluttering against the cold winds that caress my freshly washed hair flowing down my shoulders.

The vapors rising from the cup between my fingers brimmed with hot coffee ,

Its aroma wafting across the dimly lit room that match with the cloudy skies ,

Crowded with potted plants in the corners, and walls adorned with old pictures and fairy lights,

As I sit crosslegged under a warm blanket that smells of comfort and childhood memories

Listening to the depth of the surrounding silence, watching the rain drizzle on my french window panes.

-Hygge (Wishful thinking) / 12 August, 2020