THE MUSIC YOU YEARN TO HEAR.....

Music, the food for the soul I call it because everywhere you go and whatever you do, any form of music just speaks to you. I am not here to talk about the tunes and instruments but the little things done and sounds made that are actually music to your ears. Put together make songs that help you as a person get through your day.
The morning can be bright the morning could be dull but when you hear the gentle breathing of the one you love next to you and the soft rhythm of her heart beat to your own chest then the into to the day has began. Most people usually can tell how the song will be just by the intro so if this is what you get then the day is already looking bright. Warm showers have always had this refreshing feeling but the feeling of soap being rubbed on your back and the sound of water splashing around you really invigorates the body and drowns all other feelings.
Breakfast, the most important meal of the day. With a newspaper or your ipad in your hands right now you should hear the sweet sweet sounds and smells of someone cooking up a storm in the kitchen. Depending on what it is that you like the scents right now are stimulating your appetite and concentrating is getting hard. You stand up and walk to the kitchen then just wrap your hands around her and she smiles.
With that kind of music in the morning...you can conquer anything.

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