The gentle breeze of the ocean air fused with the gentle calm of the waves signals it's time to wake up. There is no alarm clock—it just feels natural to wake up to chase the light of day. Excitement starts to brew to another day of adventure—another day of living.
And as I go deeper into a meditative state of the mind, I'm just so appreciative of this "perfect day" that is to come. A conflated mind layered with traffic jams of ideas begins to converge into a narrow road...leading to pure silence. It's time to wake up, smell the coffee, and go out for my morning run.
Daylight is creeping up with the ocean to my left and the mountains to my right. No music is necessary as the orchestra is playing in the background surrounding me—children laughing and peddling their bicycles towards school, the ocean waves beating against the battered rocks in unison, and the angelic sound of nature.
ZzzzzZzz! A cold shower! It's been a tradition, and it's my perfect way to start the day off. And even after years of cold showers, you can never get old of that instant rush of chilling frost over your warm body. Goosebumps. That feeling when you know you're alive and human. Goosebumps turn into smiles, and you realize your day has started. It's time to live.