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- January 19th, 2011
I sat on the roof of my two story house; shorts, favorite hoodie, and a conductors cap on, embracing the first day of autumn as the sun touched my skin and the crisp breeze kissed my cheeks. clouds painted in shades of salmon and rose divide itself from the vibrant background of a dreaming sky, cascading in tones of blue freckled with fireflies. above me the moon acted as the second sun; beyond the haze, it taunted me with its silver smile while the street lamps fell in precession, and the morning commutes could be smelled in the air; steam could be seen rolling through the shower windows and droplets of dew collecting on blades of grass. the aroma of many different blends of coffee swaying through the air, down the corner the sizzling sound of bacon with its favorite companion scrambled; strong enough to entice anyone in. to feel this much at peace, it felt like sunshine on my lips. it felt like a place where dreams couldn't exist, because dreams happened with the blink of an eye...