The Feast of Kings

The sun cracks from its lair birthing illumination to the world lying in darkness. Dawn trickles in like rain through a leaky window tantalizing every link of the spectrum. Roosters crow in the distance as a new day bursts forth with vigor and light. Song birds carol in the lightly blowing wind as they soar above the dew soaked earth. Life has entered into a Kodak moment, one more precious than even old Walt could imagine. Breathing in the fresh morning mist a conquest teeters on the brink of embarking. Mind locked and coffee brewing steady hands run their course. Firm and set they forge beauty as a trained eye guides. A renaissance of culinary brilliance emerges as cars start in the distance, stress has all but left. Partaking of euphoric sustanence I can feel the light awakening in my eye, the strength of the day at last. Surging through my frame is taste so indescribable that words cannot suffice. Cinnamon Toast Crunch, its the taste you can see.