>>11730626>that hour in the morning where everything is blue.Not that anon, but I love this time, more so in the morning than the evening. I used to take hikes up the cliff, or drive out to a park that had a different cliff to climb up, and watch the sun rise before going home and making breakfast and starting the day. It is a magical time, and it seemed as if I could feel the world around me waking. I remember taking a blanket up with me one time and scribbling poems into one of my journals for a couple hours.
This is a nice thread, I am rapidly running out of comfy-cozy images...
