Morning

I love waking up in the morning, really early, where I feel like the only one awake. I walk outside, and sun is just rising, or not risen at all. I breath in air, and feel like It's me and the sky, and perhaps that's all.

I love looking at the stars at night, like we can look forever. I love how god left a little window of heaven open to us, or that's how I feel. Like eternity can be seen, but not understood. I love that they look so beautiful.

I love it when people say hi to you, or smile at you, when they don't know you, or have never met you before. Like they care about you, or want to see you smile back, even when it is only the smallest part of their day. Like people can love, for a moment, without question.

I love it when you laugh so hard, that your short of breath. And the others around you are laughing to, and you laugh together and you never forget it. I love the feeling you get afterward, when you look at each other and you look so silly, yet like life was perfect for that moment.

I love running for a short moment, like nothing can catch you, even though perhaps everything can.

I love that people have a great capacity to love, like they would drop everything from themselves and help someone else. I love that I see so many things so wonderful everyday, simple acts of kindness. I love that we can be so loving, that we are capable everyday of touching someone's life for the better, and making someone else smile and laugh.

I love waking up in the morning, and seeing the sun rise. As tired as I am, as teenager as I am, I truly wouldn't miss it for the world. It reminds me that today can be whatever you want it to be.