You cannot escape
the rays of the sun
On a December morning.
Pure energy,
They attract and recharge you
When no entertainment
seemed possible.
Morning plan
I don’t remember the mornings
With the sun rising and the coffee brewing.
I start with thoughts of future
And a path of pitfalls
To elegantly avoid
And dress accordingly.
Adventure ready
The rays of the early day
And the sweet smell of the morning
Are the perfect sense to the adventure
I am starting alone.
The Luggage is full at the door
And the diary has white pages left.
