7:45 a.m. to be exact.
When the day meets my skin.
It’s in that moment that I realize how beautiful the world is.
It’s the cool breeze against my face, the ruffling of the trees.
The calm before a long day.
The world seems quieter, content.
It’s the briefest of moments, one that is gone the second I start my car.
But it’s something I savor.
It’s a passing second of solitude.
My daily stresses dissolved.
With a deep breath of fresh air, a wonderful start to my day.