|"Fresh Start" from The MEGA Coach|
I open the window to let in some fresh air
The smells of wood burning to ash
Freshly fallen snow on the ground
A cold breeze nipping at the nose
And several small icicles waiting to fall.
I open the refrigerator door and what do I see
But a bottle of corked wine and a plate of cheese
Time for some fresh elegance in liquid suede
And indulgent fervor of a unquenchable appetite.
This is a fresh moment waiting to be seen.
I jump from the plant with my parachute
To hang glide over the mountains below
That I know I certainly will begin to climb
All the way to the tippy top of the peak
Because that is just as fresh too.
Some say that freshness is like Fabreeze
One spray and all the odor is gone
But the odor still remains like a gas
Lingering under the nostrils like perfume
A reminiscent smell of the good ol' times.
On this day I wonder what is more fresh?
Taking a leap of faith over the sun
Or swelling over the odors of yesterday.
All I know is I like to keep things fresh
And adventure seems to be calling my name.
Question to the Reader: How do you like to keep it fresh?