I normally wake up around 5 am. I take time to pray and if i have a  run or bike ride on my schedule, i'm out by 5:45 and embrace  the cool morning breeze. I always love how waking up early in the morning makes me feel, it makes me feel like i'm doing something good with this life.

The roads are always peaceful at 6 am, no traffic, no smoke from the vehicles, and no loud music. Half of the city's population is still asleep, unable to divorce their beds, saliva dripping from their open mouths onto their pillow, snoring loud like a truck, they sleep soundly as me & my friend are out on the road sweating and seeing the magnificence of every sunrise. By the time we finish our routine, i then smell hot coffee as drivers and workers grab their breakfast before heading to work, I see old men reading news papers, i see mothers make their way to the market, and i hear the honk of cars. The day starts to get busy at 7 am.

Usually around 7 am, on a weekday, i am already at school. Each and every passing minute more students enter the campus, and they gather around tables and laugh with each other. Some are rushing to complete their home works , some are cheating, some are still trying to get some sleep and some are eating. The campus is filled with students who ran away from the morning temptation. A temptation i used to not always overcome.The bell rings, and the campus lays silent once more.

The time between 7 am to 4 pm, is always ordinary. There are no surprises, just lectures, exams, lectures, exams...Everything is ordinary, i find this particular time uninteresting. So i wait for that moment when i would finally bid temporary farewell to my school, the next day i'll we say hello again. Everything will be on repeat...

I come home, and do some chores before resting. I pick up the guitar, and grab my bible. I sing some songs, and read a scripture to ponder on, and let the Creator Himself, speak to my little heart as i continually strum. We converse through songs, we exchange melodies, and He sings to me, and with every word & every realization i find myself always lost for words, and most of the time in tears, in awe of His goodness and love for me. It's always during this moment when everything changes. This is the time when i finally say that my day has been made complete. This is the time when i say , that it has been good, and it was interesting. This is the time when i say that this day was extraordinary, that the sunset was wonderful, that the ride home was smooth, and that i am satisfied. This is the time when i say that i could not ask for more, and i'd gladly come home to my Father.

 I begin to see the thousands of differences from my yesterday & my today. Now i say, that i really do not have a typical day.