It feels like an autumn morning. The air has a crisp chill to it, and the sunrise was a spectacle of purple and orange. Now, the sunlight is cutting through my window, highlighting the dust that floats around, little airborne dustmites being fried by the light. Leaf shadows flicker and reflect off of me as I sit here, halfway through my cup of coffee, a few moments from starting my work-day. I wonder how many promises I will keep today?