I use to be admired by how the sky looks and the mixture of colors behind the sun as it rises on the horizon. Lately my eyes have been awakened when all that is past my sight and the rays sneak through my blinds and wake me up. The cold mornings always woke me up—hands pressing against the window as the temperature drops and gust of winds blow leaves across the pavements. Little things that grabbed my interest slowly slipped away; no scents of coffee uplifting the house and a feeling of positivity after a late night struggle to shut my eye lids. 

Night and day will always have a different feel to me. How everything is still and inner thoughts tend to make sense under sheets of blank skies. Radiant sun light warming my skin and kicking rocks walking home as others pass by in their cars.

The wheel is going to keep turning as the sun rises, and falls while the moon plays its midnight role until the six am wake up call—that’s when I awake.