A hello into brisk morn air
A small, sqeaky hello to the brisk morning.
Twirling inside the warm covers my toes dance to the
cool air surrounding me, enchanting my lungs with
sharpened chards of glass.
I stretch to expand the dreamy eyes
to bright alertness. Overflowing the yawn to a rather
loud muscle pulling event.
I daresay a bit of a frenzy to get back into
the warmth. Brr my mind rattles and yet the soul
doesn't listen. Motion begins and morning is unwrapped.
Another yawn enters coldness as a gray
sweater clings to pale arms. Walking down a corridor
I find the kitchen. Flicking on the light a jolt of
awareness is found. Eyes search for the deep red
container.
Hmm. Grounds of richness become a
delicious aroma when interwoven with droplets of
water. Indeed the best part of waking up.
Now onto the blast of timed frozen seconds.
Reaching in and acquiring the ovals and shreds of
necessity. Hmm depth of gathered heat in one area.
Space filled with hints of smiles as I give
thanks to this grand morning, the soon work and
biting chill just outside.
Accepted is the sigh and hopes of the
progressing morn. A small leap over the stretching black
furball as I search for the porcelain to contain
such wondrous flavors.
Shhh. Listen to the quiet. Listen to the darkened
sky unwind. Did you hear the wind press into the warming
clear window, hinting it with a bit of frost?
Oh how I smile. Not loud, widespread but gently
across cheekbones and vibrantly inside of spirit. Hmm
the crispness I sought has been brought forward. A
small chill awaits but a slight hello opens in my mind.
Dare the idea find a voice. Indeed a prospect
of hope waiting, bursting deep inside me.
Entertaining the steely grays with glimmering
light. Yes I draw a shine throughout my soul. The
tiny clusters of giggles that intertwine the bitterness
of low degrees only enhances the frozen warmth.
So my dear friend, enjoy this morning with
a bit of laughter, a hot cup of black coffee and a swirl
in the brisk morn air.
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