July 7th
5:47AM

It's a beautiful morning.

The sun hasn't entirely brightened up the sky yet; so I'm sitting by the open window, writing by the light of the pinkish-purplish cloudy sky that's trickling in through the window.

The sun must be behind those clouds somewhere, I can already feel its warmth breaking through the fog of the chilly morning.

The cool breeze blows in gently through the curtains, greeting me as it ruffles my hair. I can feel the crispness of the air outside, a chilly morning before a scorching hot day.

I open the window wider, taking in a deep breath of the fresh air.

I love summer mornings.

I love how quiet the world seems.

Peaceful.