It is that struggle of getting up, going to the coffee pot and making said coffee. Oh, but when the aroma of the filtered beans, mix with the light Italian Sweet creamer…oh. The world is right again. As each sip races through my system, it leaves behind a sweet sigh. The clarity of which things are processed, are made sweeter, just by the simplicity of knowing that a burst of creativity is right around the corner. Such creativity just rolling around in the mind, waiting to be set free. How is it, that not every morning is made such as this, with a longing to see the sun rise and set, with the magical brew that is a lifeline to awareness? To be bound by chain and rock, when all that was needed to be set free was that first sip of saccharine peace.