Sooo good

So good to wake up to the familiar aroma of filter coffee
So good to fight my way through the other impatient drivers of Madras that has little or no road sense
So good to wear sleeveless clothes in the sultry weather
So good to step foot on the dry-stone temple once again
So good to walk to warm sands of the beach
So good to go back home to someone
So good to turn the faucet knowing there’s only one way to turn it and feel right about it
So good
So good to be back