Beautiful Cynicism III

Sun streaming in through the slats in the blinds; snow and ice lightly caked on the windows; a rush of warm air pushed through the ancient iron grating on the floor, mere steps away; his chest rising and falling to a gentle rhythm under my arm: these are the sights and sounds greeting me as I wake on a lazy Saturday morning.

Upon waking, the day stretches before us, arms wide open and inviting. Will there be a walk in a park or on a frozen river, the hardened snow crunching loudly beneath our feet? Will there be an undiscovered diner or hole-in-the-wall eatery serving up exotic fare? Will there be a road trip, car full of out-of-town baking and empty coffee cups? Will there be coffeehouses and fountain pens, zombies and go-karts, or cocktails in the evening?