Early one morning.

It’s early in the morning; I open my window and feel the chill of the autumn air. I’m glad most of the snow we had last week is gone. I open the screen and climb out my window onto the roof. It’s 6am and the neighborhood is still sleeping. I lay out my blanket and sit down. Wrapping myself up, I look towards the sky. It’s so amazingly quiet, but at the same time, I can hear a car coming down the street, a train whistles in the distance, but I let the natural beauty of things seep into my skin. Mornings like this are amazing; there is no good way to describe it. For a while, I lie there in complete silence, I watch as the sky slowly changes color and the sun begins to come up. My mind is empty, as it is still trying to wake up, there are no thoughts of my busy schedule for the day, no thoughts of the papers I have due in the coming week, no exams I have to write. I am blissfully unaware of my responsibilities and demands, in this moment; it’s just me and the beauty of the world. Time doesn’t have meaning while I’m out here, I know from experience that I could stay out here forever.

I hear my phone ring in my room and I snap out of my trance, taking a deep breath, I feel the chill of the air as it enters my lungs. I take one last look at the sky and say a silent prayer. “Thanks.” It’s short, it’s sweet, and it’s all I have at the moment. I wander back into my room and leave that world behind me…