Monday, May 11, 2015

Good Morning, Abigail

I want to wake up to the feel of the sun on my face. I want the sunrise to greet me where I am at 5am. I want to feel the warm of the sun through the window as the cold of the air conditioner makes me pull the covers closer.

High above the trees I want to see the sun stop and wink as it whispers Good Morning to the sky and kisses the clouds like coffee on my lips.

Good Morning, Abigail it’s a new day.


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