The glare of the sun disturbs my slumber. It takes some time before I realise it was morning already; at least an hour has passed since I woke up from sleep. My eyes open slowly, and I yawn widely. As I do so, I wrench up from my prone position on the bed. The window is slightly ajar; an oversight from last night's retirement to bed. My body aches when I stand straight after lying down like that. I stretch out my arms wide, then feel around until I find what feels like my flask. Taking a swig, I put my hands back into my pockets. Then, I head towards the door.
As soon as I step outside, the serene atmosphere of the early-morning air hits me. There's no wind, but there is still enough breeze to keep things cool. Birds sing their songs while insects buzz about here and there. The sound of trees rustling in the wind is soothing to hear. But what stands out most of all is the distinct scent of nature: fresh green leaves, earth, and soil. Taking in the sights and smells of the woods first hand is something I value, and living here has proven to me that I can't get enough of nature.
So, the first order of business for today would be: