I used to live a life of the little things.
As a simple girl with complex inner workings I began to notice my obsession with things that often got unnoticed.
A garden of white roses.
A string of pearls.
Hand written notes.
A latte with some extra love.
The smell of old books.
And the sound of laughter from afar.
The warm sun against a bright face.
The moist grass against a child's fingertips.
Most of the time these things get unnoticed.
In the daily bustle of life thoughtful notes are thrown out the window
Laughs are fabricated or forced.
Lattes gulped instead of sipped.
Take the time to appreciate the warm smile of a stranger.
Take the time to notice the little things.