It is morning. A new day is beginning. I’m sipping my coffee. I flipped through the disappointing headlines and quickly move on; there’s nothing to see there, not really, and I don’t care to waste my time being pointlessly agitated by bullshit. I can treat myself better than that, so I do. I sit for a moment, quietly. The only sounds I hear are the persistent zing of my tinnitus and the soft wush of the ventilation system; all background, no features. Beyond the window, dawn takes shape, soft white clouds against the deep blue gray of the sky before sunrise. It’s one moment, of many.
I sit with my thoughts awhile, mostly thinking about the garden, where my Traveling Partner and I, along with the Anxious Adventurer, spent a good portion of the evening yesterday. My thoughts move on to an appointment, later, and later still an errand I’ll run for my beloved. I sigh quietly as a new day unfolds. The sky has become a beautiful azure blue. It’s already time to begin again.
Evening Light 