A dawn veiled in fog ushered in the morning’s peace along with a cup of iced coffee in my left hand and a warm fresh biscuit in my right hand.
Thick and silent, it locked most residents of the town in their homes by ending the block at only an out stretched arm’s reach away. I smiled as I heard the car door echo in the empty neighborhood, representing a lonely road just ahead, that would be my only friend for the next twenty minutes.
The drive, cautious and quite, provided a method to resolve many preoccupations that remained unsorted for the majority of the week like the laundry sitting unfolded in my tiny back room.
As I approached the final road, I felt the need to snap the shot of a tree with the most branches, as if in appreciation of its ability to hold my entire daily to do’s for a brief moment while I thought of only beautiful dreams instead of realities.