I even ate breakfast. And once I had breakfast, I knew I'd want always want this. The mornings. The relieving smell of a new day rising; clear, naked, and untouched. It's the most personal time of day. To begin by yourself only to let everyone else sprinkle in as the hours pass to the high noon and the low dusk. I will be a morning person by practice and coercion until my body naturally knows to be. I crave for the mornings.
- Mornings
- Music
- My bike
- My words
- And someone else's words.
