I walk outside
Into the cold morning air
My feet
Stuck to the ground
Like a magnet
I wander across the garden
To see what my dog is sniffing
I breathe in the crisp morning air
Fill my lungs
It is so beautiful
A bright morning
The sky shines with colour
And I
Happy as can be
Skip back inside
And delight
In hot buttered toast
And a mug of hot steaming tea
This sure is the life
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Is there anything quite as satisfying as hot buttered toast? š
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