Cold… it’s a familiar feeling
But one that makes me think
Of morning spent on a wooden bench
That the paint was peeling off of.
Watching the sky change
And the morning paint a view.
The birds fly and sing
And coffee keeping my hands warm…
Those days are numbered now
But they’re an experience I’d never take for granted…
To see the sun rise and reflect the sleepy eyes
To hear the waves…
And the quietness of the morning.
That’s the life.
The life I’d enjoy.