Thank god for mornings

There is nothing that compares to the feeling of waking up fresh and alive on a brand new day. To know that this day is different from the last, that this day could be your last. This is the very reason of living, of being. Caught  in the rut of ritualistic living, I forget that everyday is to be lived anew, like a promise you renew. If it weren't for this cloudy Thursday morning, with Minto curled up between my legs, I would never wake up and live.