This World

The cool breeze caresses my face as I inhale the sweet, sweet aroma of the freshly brewed coffee grounds. Morning is a time to be peaceful; to allow myself to remember how beautiful this earth on which we walk is, and how blessed we are to have been placed upon such an astounding phenomenon. Some much needed reflection, as I breathe in the crispness of the air, until I waste away the remainder of the day, behind a desk, in a fucking chair.