I woke up to a quiet and dim morning. I tiptoed downstairs even though there was no one to wake up—it’s just a habit from my past. I turned on the radio, tuned into some jazz station and pulled up a chair to the window. I sat with my knees to my chin, coffee cup in hand and watched the sun make its daily appearance. I heard the birds chirping through the thin glass, the strong aroma of caffeine awoke my senses.
Suddenly, everything was alive.