It's the little things. The little things that get me... Like climbing a tree and scraping my knee... When I'm jumping from rock to rock like a mountain goat on the Salève and I rip my shorts... The fog that gets stuck in your hair as you climb higher and higher, leaving you drenched to the bone when you finally arrive at the summit... The choral music playlist I have saved on iTunes for the many times I become sentimental and begin to miss home... The early morning air pouring through my open window as I climb off my cot in each day... The stinging cut on my hand from the cruel rocks I met yesterday... My full belly, compliments of the caf and it's wonderful French food... The post-it-note on my window, reminding me to love myself today.
It's the little things. The scars, scrapes, tears in my shorts, dew in my hair, air in my lungs, music in my ears, and peace inside my soul... They get me. Every time.
It's the little things. The scars, scrapes, tears in my shorts, dew in my hair, air in my lungs, music in my ears, and peace inside my soul... They get me. Every time.
I'm taken. I'm enchanted. I'm in love.... In love with the little things. In love with life. This life. My life. the little things....
And all I can say is hallelujah...
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