Wednesday, August 10, 2016


"Through blackest night, morning gently tiptoes, feeling its way to dawn." 
~ Robert Brault ~

I used to be a night-owl, but given the nature of my job the last ten years or so, that's changed. I prefer the morning now, when it's so early that it's still dark. It feels hopeful to me, and fresh; quiet, and pleasantly expectant. Anything could happen in the hours ahead.
     By night, I am worn out and my sharpness fades. It's not the deep sweetness for me that it once was. And I am ok with that. Change is as it should be, and being a morning person now is good in its own kind of sweet way.

I love the fresh possibilities of early morning.