Sunrise, I go outside and the smell of the fresh cut grass lingers in the air. I lean my head back and look up at the fall morning sky feeling a breeze between my fingers finally needing a sweater for this weather. The sound of the kettle whistling waiting to be used and the way the pages of books flip easily give me a tingling sensation on the tip of my fingers. The scent combination of the of the morning coffee and the new book smell makes me feel well and alive. Phone buzzes getting a good morning text from him, today will be a good day.