it's a perfect morning. the temperatures are in the upper sixties, the sky is a bit overcast, light rain falls every so often. the birds are singing. Thursday. if i could change anything right now i would turn the clock back for a couple of hours in order to catch the innocence of dawn. 

my gaze gets lost. so do my thoughts. it feels like i could sit here for hours at end and just listen to the sound of the rain drops, the cars coming along the street once in a while, the birds, my breath. it's a very unreal morning. it's a perfect morning.