A poem a day keeps me writing and reflecting on a life that's made of meanings I don't want to give. Raw work. Beware.
Sunday, June 30, 2019
Morning person?
Being in the morning when you're not a morning person is a surreal experience. The world looks different. In the winter, it's much darker, more damp. In the summer it's cool and refreshing. There is a particular pattern to the traffic. Cars come by at a steady pace, with a comfortable amount of space in between each other. And watching the morning progress, as the tempo increases, as your world warms up, you can't help but feel a sense of growth. You see the world change and you know that you can change as well.
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