A moment of peace

Sipping at my coffee,
on the creaky window seat
reading Twinkle Khanna's book,
wondering where she finds such words from,
sarcasm, sass and sense,
the s's that describe her.
The rain continues to pour,
while I pull the sleeves of my baggy top
to cover my palms and
hold on to the mug tightly,
letting it's warmth seep into my skin.
I look at the tower right outside,
and at that moment I realize,
this is all I wanted.
Book, coffee and a view of Effiel Tower,
with rain playing the background music.