8.
Every morning is a tiny new beginning
a series of them
over and over
and I gaze in the half-light
through smudged glass
wondering if it's as cold as it looks
outside
where the edges grow sharper with each
passing moment of sun rising over the hills
where the movements of other waking creatures
filter into my thoughts and disrupt my inner soundscape
where I stand for a moment and find the quiet again
and we shake hands
this new day and I
like long lost friends
but somehow
also
like we've only just met
taking in the curious feeling
we look at each other
for a time
feeling that morning-time is different than other-time
stretching
holding
nourishing
then we laugh
because we realize we are still holding hands
and I bring the new day closer to me
full of hope
full of promise
full of so many beginnings
we embrace
and suddenly
I'm alone
but I know that I'm not
not really
and walk forward into the morning.
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