Here is my little tribute to those far away, sunny summer mornings. I can still feel the brisk, cool, dewy mornings that were a nice shock in comparison to the blazing, humid days. Heat index of 123? That's insanity. My autumn mornings mostly consist of me running around my house in an attempt to get to school on time after waking up numerous times throughout the night, turning off my alarms, or finishing an essay. Perhaps tomorrow I will make an effort to appreciate the morning. Make pancakes, read a lot, write a little, and take a breath. Breathing is always good.
No comments:
Post a Comment