Good Morning

I've been staring at my window, watching the cloud of cold air dissipate as the sun light strikes through them. The radiator is buzzing a nice hum. Winter is slowly thinning away. I winced as the butt of my cig burns through it's last end between my fingers.  I flicked the end out the window and cursed at myself for another temporary scar that will set as a reminder throughout the day of wasted moments. I looked at the side of my index finger and I can see the toughness it's gained over the past few months. well deserved calluses, I guess. I've been finding myself lately more and more indulging my early mornings staring out into the space of my window. Perhaps it's time to quit. Coffee has gotten cold
I never drink the whole thing anyway. I always preferred the smell. The same goes with the cigarette.
An hour must have passed already. The stillness of the morning was slowly stirring as I hear doors open, cars hesitantly drive over the speed bumps, and high pitched voices of the youth gathering at the park across the street. I wrapped my shawl tighter around my shoulders. Every moment is a gift, and I choose to lounge on top of my window sill like an old cat. Lucky me, this is my sweet, indulging present.