sunshine in bed

The assurance of knowing that it'd be a great day.

Leave it free, leave it be. Let tomorrow worry about itself.

The smell of freshly ground coffee beans, the chattering of the crowd brushing past your shoulders. 144hours survived, just for this very 24. Before you know it, another 144 comes along.

Spinning round, round and round. Endless mindless petty worries. Saturday mornings, come soon, come quick, last long.