This morning I'm feeling a bit grateful. Grateful for my eyes and sight, to see this beauty before me. A tinted late sunrise moving west breaking up heavy flat and dirty clouds, leaving a trail of light blue behind, tinted with the pinkish white of bright morning sun.
Grateful for the apple I'm about to eat, its crunchiness, its texture its tangy sweetness. The nourishment it gives me I hope to last throughout the morning.
Grateful that I am alive and breathing here in this horribly messy office, sitting on a comfortable red chair that has no cat hair on it yet. And it is quiet; it is peaceful on this side of the apartment, where there are no buses or trams or drilling construction workers, or fighting cats. All I can smell is my own sweat mixed with last night's bag of popcorn. Semi-pleasant, mind you, but still I am grateful. It's not too hot, not too cold, just right. Last night my feet were like frozen icicles as I struggled to finish writing.
It's not done yet. But it is getting closer. I am grateful for that as well. No more procrastination this week, I am on a ball!
