Light shoots through a gap in the
curtains, hitting you square in the face
and ending your pleasant dreams in
a ball of flame. You yawn and stretch
and consider the soft perfection of the
mattress for a minute before finally
surrendering to the day and getting up.

The shower is never hot enough when
your wife goes first, but the water rinses
the nighttime oil from your face and
flushes the crusty bits from the corner
of your eyes. Inside of your head, a
song emerges–slowly at first, just bass
drum and tinkling piano, and then the
volume knob is turned up full blast and
you can’t help but sing.

It’s not yet autumn, but the morning air
is refreshingly crisp. You step outside
like diving into a pool in mid-August. A
perfect breeze blows through your still-
damp hair and races a chill down your
spine, leaving a little shiver of joy in
its wake. Suddenly you find yourself
looking forward to this day, when you
have no major plans, when you’re only
going to work and coming home again,
because a moment this beautiful is
hard to ruin.

About semiblind

Bringing you stark existentialism since 1981.
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4 Responses to Optimism

  1. American Beautiful says:

    Reading an optimistic post like this one is just as refreshing as the morning you described. Thank you.

  2. Bhavika says:

    A great read after a bad start to your morning.

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