sunrise... or sunset? 

there are the days of underground concerts, cigarette smoke, after parties, the lingering smell of tequila, late night taco bell runs, the seemingly long drive home, annoyingly closed LA freeways, the city lights, the high from your second wind... and then there are the days of waking up to a soft morning sunlight, breaking through your blinds and flooding linear shadows all around the room. these are the days of no alarms, the softness of your comforter enveloping your tiny body, the slow rustling of the leaves in the distance, the tenderness of your head on the pillow, the smell of freshly brewed coffee trailing its way in from the kitchen, the quiet sounds of the neighbor's wind chimes, and the final opening of your eyes to the whiteness of the early morning... 

oh to be alive.