mornings outside
i've been trying to make a habit of spending my mornings outside while i drink a cup of coffee. i dont know what it is about it, but sitting on the back patio of my local coffee shop reading at 8:30am and making sure everyone sees has been fueling my ego and i kinda dig it. mornings outside really do hit different. the sun feels fresher, somehow? the raindrops are gentler and cooler. i see the same dogs being walked every morning, the same people catching the 5 for work, and the same crossing guards helping me cross the street. i havent felt tired of being alive these past few mornings, and i get to see just a little bit of color, briefly. and i'm starting to let myself enjoy it