Today I am up early, in semi-preparation for my 9 o’clock class.
I stare out the window every now and then.
I can’t help but think about how much I loved the morning when I was a child, how much and how long I tried to cling to that love, and how, when life happened, I lost my grip on what I loved…
I am once more rapturously in love with morning. Ahhhhh.