It Doesn’t Get Any Better Than This
It’s an early Saturday morning. Suns out, birds chirping, I take a breath of the fresh spring air as I step out of my apartment and make my way toward my favourite coffee shop.
At the coffee shop, I buy my usual order, sit in my usual spot and write all morning.
There’s nowhere else I’d rather be, nothing else I rather be doing.
It doesn’t get any better than this.