Sunrise in the Crescent City

5:30am on a Sunday morning is my favorite time to welcome the world into my space. Something so remarkable about being up before the sun. In a city where people are probably passed out on Bourbon St or just getting home from partying all night, I have just feasted my eyes on what I like to call the midnight dawn. It may still be night for the rest of the world, but for me, my day is beginning. 
Silky sheets caress my skin as I turn and look over and see an angel sleeping. Nothing more perfect than seeing my beautiful wife on the side of me. Her sandy brown curly hair is all wild from the exhilarating night we had and her beautiful chocolate skin glistens in the pale light that is coming through our curtains from the street lights. 
I kiss her soft, melanated skin that smells of shea butter and vanilla, but softly so that I don't wake her. What a joy it is to see something so angelic every single day of my life. 
As she captures her last hour or two of slumber, I get dressed and put on my running gear. The best Nike running shoes money can buy, black shorts, black tank top, Nike sports hat, and my running arm band for my phone. Every morning I go running so that I can get the energy I need to get through my day and also to make sure I stay fit. It's also lovely to see the sun as it's rising. If there is ever a day I miss the sunrise, my entire energy is off. I thrive from being able to connect with the earth and the sun; its..... liberating, if you will. 
Shutting the front door lightly, but in tact, I turn my music on and hit the ground running. There's a slight breeze and it's about 50 degrees outside, being that its the middle of January. Winter is my favorite season to do my running in. It's not too cold, but it's cool enough that I feel like my lungs are getting an amazing work out. Not to mention the air is so crisp and makes me feel alive. 
As my feet hit the pavement, I am soaking in the rest of the night sky before the sunrise. I can start to feel the small droplets of sweat forming between my upper thighs and my back. That's when I know it's almost time. I've done this so much, I know that when I start to sweat, the sunrise is near. I check my watch and realize that I've been running for about an hour now and I start to make my way to Jackson Square. 
As I make my way to my final destination, the street lights begin to turn off as the sleepy eyes of the world are starting to awake. I can see coffee shops and bakeries opening their doors and flipping their closed signs to read "open". I can hear jazz music playing and it's coming from one of the local businesses, but I can't make out which one. Hearing jazz music playing out of the blue always brings a smile to my face. 
Finally, I can see the cathedral. Ahh, the cathedral I say to myself. Such a comforting feeling that brings back memories of my childhood of having beignets with my pop from Café Du Monde as we sat on the steps that faced the Jackson Square cathedral and just people watched. Jackson Square is so quiet in the early hours and it gives me time to sit and just think about life and the days ahead. It's hard for me to remain in the present sometimes, so when I do my running, this is my time to just ponder on the past and the future. So that when I get home, I can focus on my beautiful life and my beautiful wife. 
As I walk up the steps to get to the river walk, dawn says hello. The sky is starting to give off the pink and yellow hues and I stand there as I watch the sky wake and listen to the river sing. This moment in time right here, this is the moment of serenity I need every single day. Just this moment will allow me to keep my mind calm and in check. I spend about 20 minutes basking in the silence and the sight of the painted universe around me. I let out a sigh of relief when the moment of peace is gone and taken away by the sound of people starting their day, just as I have started mine. 
It's time to head home. 

Before I can even open the door, I can smell that sweet smell. Every morning after my run, my other half makes sure to have my favorite breakfast waiting for me.
As I walk in and look to the left in our breakfast nook area, I can see the steam coming off of my food and my coffee. Beef bacon, two eggs over easy sitting on top of crisp, golden hash browns, and strawberries on the side. 
I bite my lip as I think of how blessed I am to have this woman get up early every morning and make breakfast. It's always the little things.
The sound of the shower turning on entices me because I know in .5 seconds, she's going to be stripped down and waiting for me. Instead of diving into my food, I head to the master bedroom. She always leaves the door cracked as if she is awaiting my arrival. I can see her silhouette through the fog on the shower door and I immediately become erect before I even lay eyes on her.
Opening the shower door, I step into the scolding hot water that doesn't bother me on bit, because it's about to get hotter. I grab her by the waist and she turns her head slowly with a smile. 
Hello beautiful, I say as I kiss her forehead. Grand Rising, daddy, she says back to me. 
I caress every inch of her thick and fluffy body, making sure she's just as ready for me as I am for her. Her body begins to quiver from the slow and soft touches of my left hand, while my lips are making their way down her neck. She grabs a hold of my body and brings me closer to her, which is her way of saying she wants me, right now. I can't wait any longer. I pick her up abruptly as if she was a feather and I place her back against the shower wall. Seconds later, I entered inside the best place to call home. He wasted no time to explore her garden as he's done millions of times, but every time always feels like the first. This woman is my goddess and I will spend every moment making sure she feels good. Slow and steady strokes become the move of the morning as her sweet cupcake clenches onto the chocolate monster. I make sure she can feel every single inch of me in her stomach, I'm tryna give her a baby. As I plunge deeper inside of her juices, she moans even louder. I look her in her eyes as the water is dripping from her face down to her intoxicatingly soft breasts that are pressed against my pecs. She stares at me as she makes the faces of pure satisfaction and digs her nails deeper into my back. The wetness from her and the shower feels so good, I can't hold out any longer, and from her expression, neither can she. I grab ahold to her body tighter as she screams out in ecstasy. Her entire body goes limp and her sweet cookie throbs on the cookie monster. 
I look her in her eyes again and we engage in the longest, juiciest, kiss underneath the hot shower water as we tightly embrace. It gets no better than this.

....and that is how you start a morning.