For the sleepless, the morning comes with a sigh of relief. At last, the night is over!
The day with its noisy rhythms, its intrusive loud voice takes you by the hand and strings you along, not even asking you for your permission and sometimes not even giving you time to take a breather, an enthusiastic partner at a dance. Such days are a relief.
There is a masculinity, to day and the night, like a woman, if she will, can turn her lullaby calmness to a steely silence and her nurturing gentleness into rough abandon.
The first cup of tea, the smell of it….the freshness in the air….the pink clusters of flowers along the wall…a clear sky, a clear road ahead and a gentle breeze….hmmm….good morning!
stirred by the sun. saffron lifts the blues. come on now baby. everything you need is here. sing it baby, sing it one time for me.... Yeeeeahhh!!