The dew basked in the morning sun and its gentle rays. The grass burned a lushes emerald of shelter. The morning was bright extravagantly modest, but lovely. Wrapped in a blanket made of fleece I stepped out onto the porch, my coffee rich in hand. I gazed out onto the lake as a single wave rushed to the walls shore; and as the movement subsided I took a deep breath. I am here. There is nothing I can change. Nothing I can fix.

The morning stands open and the sky lets out a gasp of. My day begins now. So as my mug sits still in my interlaced hands, I sigh heavily, reach around to the blanket that hits the floor behind me and walk back into my life.