Daytime

I'm sipping coffee next the sliding glass door. The snow outside is thick and heavy, bright white. The daylight coming into the kitchen is full and bright. I recently cleaned the kitchen floor, the light bounces off it as well.

It's rare I'm inspired to write a poem, but there you go. It's a strange sensation being up this early. Even stranger is the fact that I'm alert, awake and happy. I won't make it to work my 8am, but maybe 8:30. That's still better than most people at my company, who roll in a few minutes after 9. The sensations of getting up early and being at work before 3:30 in the afternoon are exciting and new. Since starting at IlliniMedia just over a year ago, I've only been up this early a few times. I had come to expect that I wouldn't be able to go back to a 8-5 job, but right now, I feel I can. A friend once wrote "My future's so bright..." under a photo of him wearing sunglasses. Today, as I see the sun rise, I feel my future is bright too, as bright as the untouched snow outside my kitchen window.