His tall figure stood at the porch, staring at the distance as the morning breeze blew past his face and the morning sky painted the view. Birds were flying across the sky like black ink on a blue canvas. In both of his hands, held a mug of freshly brewed coffee ; something he’d never miss first thing in the morning.

It was one of the peaceful time he seeks before his kids woke up and bothers him to no end. He doesn’t hate them, no, in fact, he love them so dearly along with his partner who had been with him for years through thick and thin.

It was a few minutes before his alone time will be interrupted, so he decides to sit back on the chair at the porch and enjoys this moment while he can.