Sometimes I think how little is needed for a happiness !!
Take the first sip of tea from a cup and feel the velvety rustle on the tongue, the sweetness of jasmine or the sourness of a red berry.
“Run out into the street, and after her mother will remind you of the scarf with care, walk, breathe, examine and observe. Oh, what a frosty morning! "
I miss my mom ...

I already really want Christmas, but I'm in no hurry: for two more weeks I keep a gentle autumn mood in my heart and second to the red color under my feet.
Do everything like November: bake a pumpkin with aromatic spices, flip through the pages of the Virginia Wolfe "lighthouse", spread peanut butter on hot toast, dive into the passage, warming your fingers buzzing from the cold, and in the evening peer into the depths of the plum sky.
On weekends, I want to be closer to myself, my daughter and hear a heart: go to yoga, write a couple of flowery lines in a diary, paint our nails with the color of the November fog with my daughter, watch ducks by the water and taste the most delicious cheesecake in town!
I squint my eyes with sweet anticipation.
What are your magical weekend plans?