And the living is easy.
On rainy Sundays
nothing beats waking up
to the smell of fresh coffee
Devendra's voice
French conversations
clattering spoons and cups
the sound of the door
opening, bringing in
a breeze of cold air
the song of distant rain
inside it's warm and dry
Tessa waltzes in
sits down with a smile
we order coffees
tell weekend stories
and the sun starts to shine