Everyday I rise and look to the east for a simple reassurance…a new day, a new dawn. The myriad of sunrises is astonishing, each very different from the next. No two are quite alike.
No matter how difficult it is to rise, or how much the world has shaken my faith the day before…this day is new. It holds new promises. The only thing I need now is coffee….
Things I once knew as certainty have become echoes.
At any moment the sun will rise behind the clouds
Eternity stretches and yawns. Moisture collects with the effort of breaking night into day.
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The world sucks in a deep breath, every heart beat registering the profound stress of a shallow sleep disturbed.
Are you a morning person? Or –like me–does it take you many cups of coffee to sluggishly attempt even the slightest motion? Do you spring out of bed or languish idly under the covers. Given an option would you stay in bed?
patrick o'scheen 