Morning/Afternoon Distractions and Struggles

I hear the birds chirping and singing to eachother from my kitchen. I can see the wind bending the trees and knocking off any leaves that remain on the tree. There is a tree that has a branch that has started to tap on my window. The branch's tapping is accompanied by the wind and the birds that were chirping to create a melody. As I listen to the sounds, sunlight stretches from the position it has in the morning to the position obtains in the afternoon and it creates a bar of light elongated across my keyboard. I continue typing until the light ventures into my eyes and I'm forced to turn from it. I move my keyboard away from the light and onto a table in the office where the light won't interfere with me writing this story. As I am finishing this story the scent of a pizza fills the air. Oh thats right, I put a pizza in the oven when I started working on Literature. I'm done with this story and I'm going to eat.