Daydream

Tasked with dreaming a new day, I sit at my writing desk on this quiet summer morning.  Steam rising from the black tea dances across the surface before disappearing into the sweet morning air.  I hold the floral teacup between my hands enjoying its warmth and smoky fragrance.  The assortment of pencils with infinite potential huddled together in the jar, seem eager to tell enchanting stories of faraway worlds.  

So begin the summer days; following the golden threads of sunlight through the window, my gaze shifts towards a new sky, the gateway to a world beyond.

"I have found both freedom and safety in my madness; the freedom of loneliness and the safety from being understood, for those who understand us enslave something in us."

-Khalil Gibran