I woke up this morning and looked out my window. From my barely open eyes, I saw the skies were so blue, I was afraid I'd missed the morning. I rushed out of bed and checked the clock. 7:30 AM. Phew. There is really something critical about the morning for me. It's my favorite time of day.
I made myself a pot of coffee and now I'm sitting here having my first cup, enjoying my morning smoke and listening to the birds chirp, feeling the brisk cool air on my skin.
Really, there is nothing better than taking in the morning. Sunshine rising over the city, as animals and people alike begin to start their day... it puts a smile on both my face and my heart.
It's going to be a great day.