5 am 

You walk outside. You put on the slippers that aren’t yours. As you close the door you hear the slight chime the bell makes. The cold, morning air hits your face as you make your way outside. You hear the gritty crunch of rocks as you make your way towards the old picnic table. You sit there for a moment. As you look to the left you see your breath escape from your mouth and out into the air. Off in the distance you see the brightest star shine brighter than it ever has. All you see to your right is darkness. As your vision adjusts to the night you see the fruitful  garden that was started in the summer. You get up from your seated position and walk towards the darkness. It’s just you. No distractions. No phone, no music, and no one to bother you. No text messages to answer because who would be texting you at this hour. No snapchats, no instagram posts to like. It’s just you. You stare in awe at the night sky. This beauty has slipped past your mind. Distractions seem to come first. Always running from place to place but never seeing true beauty. The true beauty that is stepped on and taken for granted every day. As you look you see a new constellation you have never seen before. It is five am. It is quiet. No noises. The sky is still dark. The day ahead awaits you so you make your way back inside. As you close the door, as you will many times again, you hear the slight chime of the bell and you take off the slippers, now damp from the morning dew 

You walk outside. You put on the slippers that aren’t yours. As you close the door you hear the slight chime the bell makes. The cold, morning air hits your face as you make your way outside. You hear the gritty crunch of rocks as you make your way towards the old picnic table. You sit there for a moment. As you look to the left you see your breath escape from your mouth and out into the air. Off in the distance you see the brightest star shine brighter than it ever has. All you see to your right is darkness. As your vision adjusts to the night you see the fruitful  garden that was started in the summer. You get up from your seated position and walk towards the darkness. It’s just you. No distractions. No phone, no music, and no one to bother you. No text messages to answer because who would be texting you at this hour. No snapchats, no instagram posts to like. It’s just you. You stare in awe at the night sky. This beauty has slipped past your mind. Distractions seem to come first. Always running from place to place but never seeing true beauty. The true beauty that is stepped on and taken for granted every day. As you look you see a new constellation you have never seen before. It is five am. It is quiet. No noises. The sky is still dark. The day ahead awaits you so you make your way back inside. As you close the door, as you will many times again, you hear the slight chime of the bell and you take off the slippers, now damp from the morning dew.