Bliss

Let me just paint a picture of my life right now.
It's 8 o'clock in the morning.
The sun has been out since 6, but in a beautiful subtle way. In a way that suggests it's lightly tapping you awake, saying "come out and dance with me." rays of light try to sneak their way into my room around the curtains.
I'm sitting on my bed writing this post. To my left, is the hall, where I can here the melodies of soft worship songs streaming from a guitar. The voices singing, slowly and collectively, grow louder, then softer, then louder again, and there is a peaceful content-ness to it that is simply one of those feelings you can't quite describe right in words. Almost like the feeling you get driving by yourself with the windows down on a summer day when you got nothin' to worry about.
To my right, my suite mate is showering and getting ready for the day, but she has her iPod on and is boldly singing to a beautiful black gospel choir.
And behind all this noise is the soft and cheery sound of birds chirping.
Not a bad morning to be on the mountain if you ask me. :)