Some days, the world awaits you.
Those days, where you wake and know, feel, positively breath it, the anticipation and knowing.
It’s a fresh breath on a new day, the wind that skirts the top of rippling water, like the world knew. Like it knew to place such wonderment.
Liken to the journey of a raindrop, one fall is short and sharp. Yet, that is only the beginning of its experience, all around, the world awaits.
The wisp of warm, no hot coffee, a brisk morning waft of air, the oncoming morning light, that seems to yawn upon the land, casting bright shadows before it’s arrival.
A world awaits delight.