In the morning

When I open my window in the morning,

it's the same thing every day.

There's almost never anything new.

And it's kind of boring.

And it's not boring in a good way.

It's not boring like it's calm,

but like it's trying to be the same as everything else.

But there's always somebody outside.

Does that count?

When I open my window in the morning,

somebody is always there without fail.

It's not a drastic difference from normal.

But it's the little things.
 

Like maybe my neighbor is outside walking her dog.

Maybe my littlest brother is outside on the swing.

I guess it's not what is outside,

but who.

I think that means something,

just not what you'd think of right off the bat.