I know that's it is spring because I can walk into the wind, eyes wide open, without crying. My eyes water so much outside in the winter. By the time I make my way into shelter, there are streams down the sides of my face. Maybe because of the contacts?
But this morning, I could walk into the blue-orange haze with a spring in my step. My eyes soaked in the warmth of the morning. The dew collected on the sides of my shoes. I breathed in a deep breath, almost comically, and let it sit within me before exhaling. It's mornings like these that you feel so alive. You feel like you're exactly where you're supposed to be at that moment. Everything is within reach.

I guess I'm a morning person.