Pink-lighted mornings.

There's something about waking up to a familiar gracious pink light, or hearing the sounds of soft reggae. I suppose I could call it peaceful, if that's what you were expecting. Myself, I'm not really sure what I expect to call it. But, it is nice.
MmmMmmMmmM...I'm also sitting here thinking about pictures. I love pictures. Photos. Blahlalalalah. It's too damn bad that guys won't let you take good pictures of them. It's like they're all afraid of cameras. Oh well.

I'll just have to do it in secret then.