I woke up early and stood on my rooftop in the stillness. Something you don’t get much of in this city.
I watched the sun rise amidst the snow covered horizon; the city covered in white again.
As cold and grey as it is, it comforts, almost soothes.
I thought about how most of the time our priorities are in such distortion.
What we will have and what we will be, ruling our minds, all the days.
Racing the clock and running towards the things we think we want.
We have ourselves. Our bodies. Our minds.
The most incredible machines that will ever be.
Can we ever appreciate our greatest gift?
Life. Possibilities. Endless. Hope. Free will.