This is a short piece…ode to mornings, maybe:

“The sun peeks out through the clouds.
A ray of hope piercing an otherwise gloomy day.
It comes in reds and blues, and hues I can’t name.
There is always another reason to believe.
There is always more to see on a Sunday morning.

It’s a peaceful calm in an struggle of chaos.
It’s the eye at the center of the storm.
The deep breathe before the plunge.
A runner’s gasp as he propels himself from the earth.
A butterfly pausing for just a moment to land and defy explanation.
So what is this great, wonderful thing?
It’s just another morning.


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