Jessaiee

Crisp spring breeze drifting through a garden blooming with delicate flowers, white as snow. Morning dew sleeps on freshly-trimmed grass blades and a cup of tea rests on the wooden patio table, warm and waiting. A light floral and tea fragrance...

A tall, thin glass of cold milk on a slow sunday morning. You idly pluck a few petals off the white flowers nestling in a vase on the counter, letting them fall into the glass and float atop the creamy beverage. A sprinkle of sugar....