When a new season creeps in, I feel obligated to change something. A different routine, a new morning beverage, a new toothbrush. Just to, well, kind of officiate the whole thing. A little odd thing I do for myself. 

I rummaged through some old untouched albums on my iTunes. Picked out new playlists. Fiddled with the customization on my phone. And then the big question I always get stuck with:

"What song shall I wake up to this time?"

I'm glad I chose this. I've laid in bed a little longer and let it ring, just to hear the song progress. It reminds me of days where things were less complicated. Nothing really made sense but that never mattered then. Days when I felt like I could conquer the world. It feels like the buildup and anticipation of spring. The carefree, almost irresponsible, promises of summer. The gentle but firm nudge to start the day, cause it's a gift, its outcome is a choice.