The morning air

Leaning back into my favorite seat,

starring out the big window beside me, 

just watching the empty roads speed pass me.

Oh, how the comfort of the morning darkness intrigues me,

the way the crisp, humid air whisks around the bare parts of my skin,

giving me a chilling sensation that I will never forget. 

Every morning when I awake,

excited by the way it will surround me,

the way it whispers to me as it passes.

It tells me stories that are unknown to most of mankind,

but to me,

it is an daily adventure that takes me to various places before I begin my own journey.

The morning air is the only thing that makes feel alive,

nothing in the world compares to that wonderful feeling,

nothing.