I'm getting out there again. Out on the road. Feet to pavement, as it is. I've slumbered through so many early morning hours over the past several months that I'd forgotten how breathtaking the morning at sunlight. This morning, there it was, that velvet hour of the breaking dawn. That hour where the trees have no shadows, where their great limbs make lacy patterns above my head, where everything is quiet. Where the world is a joy forever.
Good morning!
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i too have been wasting the morning hours, though ive tossed and turned and refused to do what my mind so desperatly wants me to. all that wasted time i could be writing.
This post almost makes me want to get out and walk in the morning. Almost. Not quite. Maybe someday.
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