# Warmth in the heart

# Warmth in the heartIt is sometimes difficult to explain to anyone...

The old plastic chair, the same round table, countless seasonal flowering tablecloth, warm peach-scented teacups that send fragrant vapor floating mixed with the cold wind from the mountains, everything seemed plain in other people's eyes, but to me it was an invaluable pleasure.

A small earthy house by the horns is surrounded by colorful flowers, the sound of chickens walking freely through the grass, and a sea of green mountains stretching to the end of their eyes, the clouds slowly moving through the peaks like they were telling a quiet tale to this morning.

I sit here alone, but I never feel alone, because nature is always a friend, the cold wind gently caresses my cheeks, the smell of dirt, the smell of grass, and the smell of sweet tea, fused into a calm that seeps deep into my heart.

Some people may only see an old house and a small table in the middle of the garden, but I see memories, days of rest, smiles at small things, and discovers that...

True happiness is not always in great things.

But on a cold morning, a glass of tea and a warm house by the hill that makes your heart smile every time you look out the window. 🍃☕🏡💚