I leaned back on my chair as I stared at the rays of the sun slowly painting the sky from the tops of the buildings.
Gently placing my cup of coffee on the glass table, I took a deep breath of the fresh morning air. Slowly yet steadily, the world was waking.
I wondered when I started looking at the world this way. The view from this spot outside the coffee shop, under the awning, from the same chair every morning did not change. But somehow, everything was in full color, vibrant and alive.
I glanced at my watch.
It’s almost time.