A beautiful morning presents its gifted self.
It's 5AM. my hands are warmed with a cup of Costa Rican espresso. Open windows are inviting crisp clean air to replace stale as if daring to propose that the aroma of roasted coffee beans is inadequate.
It's dark, cozy and I'm wrapped in a comforting throw while listening to a somewhat-convicting sermon. (Are they ALL convicting, or is it just me?)
So deeply covered in blackness, only the occasional flicker of headlight can penetrate this darkness while announcing itself with muted sounds of tires on roadways.
It would be blissfully peaceful.
It would be, except for those --- #@##(#&(*)(_^%(*(**&!> CRICKETS.
