Dawning Creations

Up a minute before my alarm,
light is raining through
the sun soaked, pink curtains

Coffee is in the air,
that acrid, sweet smell unlike any other.
It’s so familiar yet foreign all the same this day

It’s begging me to rise
as the fuzzy carpet hugs my feet.
I’m creeping down the stairs,
greeted with packed bags
and your smiling face.
A cup of coffee lifts off of the table,
ending up in my hands.
It’s like a warm embrace
in my cold hands.

Eyes are widdening,
as I remember the long ride ahead of us.
The misty mountains are waiting.

They’re majesty calling us to join,
their flaunting their valleys with delight.
The sun is brazen,
breaking through the fluffy clouds
as little dots drip onto our windshield.

Rain don’t dare
drop over us, now