In the morning I’ll wake. The sky will be dark and the birds still asleep. The only sound will be the humming fridge and a cold neighbour’s dog.
Into the darkness I’ll run, leaving the fridge and the dog to hum and bark on their own. With each step my breath will deepen, with each mile my mind will settle.
And as I cross the distant bridge, the rising sun will turn the river gold and kiss the city buildings good morning.
I’ll smile as I go upon my way, for these are the gifts that morning brings.
