Good morning world.

I wake up,
slip on my jeans and a splattered tank top.
I eat a liter of yogurt,
I crank up the stereo at ten in the morning
and I dance like a madman,
sing my lungs out,
run my hands through my wet hair.

Now I run outside dressed as I am,
take in the pristine blue sky,
crystalline snow,
I take it all in -
every part of me invigorated.
Freezing. Alive.

Good Morning World.
I'm ready.