Pinks in the sky

Morning pinks are jutting up. The darkened sky is fading. The sun is pulling back into the blues.

Good morning to all.

I sit here watch the rising. A grand morning is here. Each day is underway and these seconds tick away. The brightness of the light behind trees is splendid.

Simple, pure and breathtaking. Gorgeous.

Me on the other hand, not even out of bed save for coffee. I just pull up my blinds and watch the colors in the sky shower more beauty. Jehovah's creations, magnificent.

My hair is a mass mess of curls and knots but I am awake. I laugh at that. Even try to pull my fingers through the strands only to get caught. Real struggles in the morning.

Seated inside my covers and shaded by the darkened room I am happy to watch the reds, yellows and slight pinks cast a glare over my pale skin.

A beat of joy rings inside my spirit. What can I say, just giddy and loving the moments.

Slow though are the pushes to get out this morning but a start is there. Maybe a walk, maybe not. Unclear on the jump today.

Time will only tell. Indeed a smirk hangs over my lips. Grand.