A Cold November Morning

It’s a cold morning in November. Waking up before the sun rises, look out to see the orange trees outlining the horizon. The relaxing tone of the trees can only be described as a therapeutic one, the creaking of the floor boards giving a very homely feeling to your feet. The popping bubbles of the boiling water on the stove top allow for a refreshing feeling this early in the morning. The creaking of the door, as it opens, reveals the backyard and all its

hidden wonders. Finding a chair, you rest on the slightly chilled metal, watching the sunrise over the horizon as the suns rays light up the changing colors of the leaves.

After venturing out into the yard, you see the birds in the trees chirping their morning tune, the rumble of a car bringing you back to reality. Seeing the clouds drifting trough the air effortlessly with nothing to re route their path, the blue sky forming an aesthetic backdrop leaves one to possibly wonder what is behind even that. The calm morning comes to a close when one must go off for the day and complete a days work, driving through a tunnel of trees on your way to what lies ahead. After a long day, returning to the calmness of home and once again hearing the trees in the wind, a well-deserved break from the bustling sounds of the city. You watch the sun retreat behind the horizon and the sky fall dark. The metal chair slowly grows colder and colder, a reminder that one more November day has passed.