first thing

It’s mornings like this:
Gentle sunlight creeping through my blinds.
Woodpeckers, detectable.
Mockingbirds taunt.
A Cardinal is eluding her courting counterpart.
Perfect ambient temperature.
Not too hot under the covers,
Not too cold without them.
The silence of the cats still sleeping.
Its one of the few times I smile at the world and completely enjoy exactly where I am and everything around me.
The mistakes I’ve made are in the distance.
My embarrassment is somewhere in the clouds.
Sun burnt worries shrivel in the grass.

And I have to get up to go do some bullshit. Damn.

Serenity, come with me.