Untampered, untouched and unearthed. Early mornings birth fresh breaths as you rise from your slumber. Sundays and Mondays invite rays of sunlight to spill through broken blinds. Floating dust dances around the room and your eyes follow unquestionably. A timid sip of fresh coffee ignites a yawn followed by yoga stretches and a few back cracks. A glimpse of yourself in the mirror reflects untamed hair and a hazy look. Mornings rejoice.
Upon leaving the comforts of home, you're greeted by the harsh Winter frost stinging your cheeks. A pale face surrenders to the cold and is left with two rosy imprints upon its cheeks. Foggy journeys and frosted grounds are trampled on by fellow commuters, we're sardines in a tin, but galaxies apart. The only thing you have in common is the curiosity in regards to each person's destination.
