Perspective

I have laid in bed for the last hour trying to maintain some semblance of teenage normalcy. You know the one were you do not get up at 6:30 on a Saturday morning, but I can't help it I'm a morning person. I love it it's so beautiful out right now! I just want to run into my front yard and dance until I drop. Then do, right were I stand. Fall and land in the dewy grass and melt into the sun. There are two things stopping me from doing this 1) I think the rays of sunshine are deceptively saying it's spring, and 2) the dog who is starring up at me expectantly to go potty in that very yard I was dreaming of laying in. Only my dream didn't include any of his excrements. So the dream is better than the reality, but the reality before I boggle it up is even better yet. 3:30-4:00 is one of the best times you can see the city. It's so quiet like you're never used to seeing it, and it seems clean like the night has washed the day before away.