There's something about it

There's just something about that warm cup of joe on a chilly morning that warms your soul while awakening your mind that can hardly be gone without.

There's just something about that slightly dirty pair of jeans, a few days broken in, with the comfort of flexibility and the familiarity of going on the same journeys as you day in and day out.

There's just something about that crisp winter Florida day, cold enough for a sweater, but warm enough for  a walk in the sun.

There's just something about a five minute bike ride, slightly rushed, weaving through foot traffic, the wind making a wall out of the hair on your head so that you appear ruffled upon arrival.

There's just something about the fourth floor of the library, in that little cubby with aisles in all directions, where you can enter your own little world amongst the written worlds of many.

There's just something about that afternoon PB & J, crunchy and salty, with an explosion of sweet strawberry that keeps you going when others wait impatiently for a mediocre slab of beef on a day-old bun.

There's just something about that bed that waits for you every day, so exited for your presence every night that you can scarcely let it down.