Morning Light

Some days, the world awaits you.

Those days, where you wake and know, feel, positively breath it, the anticipation and knowing.

It’s a fresh breath on a new day, the wind that skirts the top of rippling water, like the world knew. Like it knew to place such wonderment.

Liken to the journey of a raindrop, one fall is short and sharp. Yet, that is only the beginning of its experience, all around, the world awaits.

The wisp of warm, no hot coffee, a brisk morning waft of air, the oncoming morning light, that seems to yawn upon the land, casting bright shadows before it’s arrival.

Good day,

A world awaits delight.

#writerofage

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