easy, breezy…

there’s something about brisk air that makes you want to do better. a gust of it is an instant kick in the ass. it can be better than a cup of joe. to me, it’s truly the best part of waking up … outside of actually waking up. an easy breeze of air–relatively fresh according to the standards of the five boroughs–drifted into my apartment window and tapped me on the shoulder about an hour ago. it didn’t shake me. just a subtle tap and a low lovers-tone “hey”. as i woke up to it, it reminded me: “you’re missing so much already.” when my mind considered what i was missing, it didn’t mull over the nature of the great outdoors or the going-ons of others. it went directly to my window of opportunity for undisturbed sharply expressed creativity. there’s something about the morning that promotes an outpour of the best type of stuff you got in ya. for that reason as well as being completely present for my morning prayers, i’m slowly working my way back toward a 5am rise&shine. the earlier the start, the brighter the shine, the higher the rise. would you agree? have a blessed weekend y’all.