These kinds of mornings.

I had quickly drank my pink milk that my lucky charms had left over and slung my backpack over my right shoulder. I heard my mom's quick shuffle over the hardwood floor.
"Honey, do you want your apple cider before you go?" I grabbed the drink that my mother had proudly made for my walk. I unlocked the front door and headed out. The air was filled with cold moisture and the ground was still rain soaked from the night before. My sneakers parted the grass as I walked through it and soon my feet were hitting the blacktop. I pulled my hood from my sweatshirt over my head, for the air was making my face damp. I was carrying my cider with both hands and lifted the hot beverage to my mouth. The Christmas taste left me with a smile.

This is the kind of morning that I miss. My walks to the bus stop. My apple cider on the way there. The birds gossiping to each other. The sun rising while I walk. Sitting on the curb, waiting on the bus. Listening to my favorite music. The cold humidity slowly drenching my face. Hair pulled back in a ponytail with my favorite sweatshirt and my favorite pair of jeans.
The feeling of having all my homework prepared, ready to turn in. All of this leading up to a good day at school. Call me crazy, but I miss sophomore year. Things were much effortless then. Only the anticipation of getting my driver's license hung in the air. Things were manageable, straightforward, and uncomplicated. Things were simple.