A Summer Morning.

I sit on the porch in the morning. Looking out into the endless fog, drifting down the street. The brisk morning air, filling my lungs, cooling me down until I relax.

I stare out into space, thinking all about everything. Everything about anything. Just the silence of the morning, the faint buzzing off crickets and frogs off in the creek, and a lawn mower three streets away.

The calmess of it all overwhelms me and i sit back and close my eyes. Nothing else matters. No worries, no homework to think about, no friends to hang out with.

I love the morning. Just a glass of coffee or orange juice, a good book, and crisp clean air to fill my lungs. If only every day was a summer day.