this morning #312.

this morning, for once, an almost youthful feeling of yearning actually got him up out of bed instead of keeping him pinned to the mattress. he had fallen asleep whilst rewatching dead poets society, with the inspiring words of robin williams’ john keating seeping into his dreams. upon waking, he wanted to make his life extraordinary, carpe as much of the diem as possible. he stepped out onto the back patio & filled his lungs with the clean but foggy morning air. with an air of confidence, he would make today the day that he’d finally summit the mountain that rose out of the woods behind his home. keeping his ascent going past today would be its own challenge.