Winters
scorn bared down on my soul as I sat on my patio this morning drinking a pot of
hot chocolate. Surrounded by darkness my
shadowed ebbed its way behind me as I folded myself in a lounger wishing for
daylight.
The stark contrast of the darkness and the forthcoming light amazed me with it wisdom and willingness to share.
The
quiet of the morning as I sat sipping my hot chocolate was quite dramatic. The
pitch black of night surrounded me as the sun grazed its way up. The screech of
some unknown bird could be heard calling its mates name.
Mornings are just an awesome time think and wonder. What might have been, what could have been? Ah, the essence of things to come.
More sleep is what this aging diva needs to clarify her thought. Back to been and Cartons?
These
are the rambling of a forty something looking forward to watch Kim Possible at
daybreak.
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