I was reading online, when my spade hit the pot of gold hidden and stuck in between the dirt — words, words that have meanings so beautiful that all you want to do is curl up in their warmth and go to sleep.
Psithurism: The sound of rustling leaves
Feel the smile spreading across your face? Feel the warmth that those 10 alphabets just gifted you, tied up in a ribbon and a bow?
I did. And I hope the same happens for you. My word for the same is “windsong”, I listen and wait for it everyday as I am waiting to catch a bus or just walking down the street.
Psithurism, didn’t know the word, but always felt and lived its meaning everyday.