The morning breeze is brisk yet subtle.

And I woke anew as I meditated through writing.

Palo Santo burned; the aromatherapy to my mind.

I sit here awaiting the boil of the water so I can have my tea.

My eyes have just fully resurfaced from night.

My limbs are slowly building energy to carry me into this day.

Replenishing my body with a glass of water.

I glance at the the flowers that bring life to my home.

And I commend them for being the perfect example that although you may not see it, life is beautiful and alive.