Morning Glory

I love the morning.
I love to wake up in the wee hours of dawn,
When the house is quiet,
     Peaceful,
         Serene.
When I can quietly listen to the enchanting voices of the artists whom I love,
When I can contemplate important questions and the meaning of life,
When I can sip my coffee at my kitchen table and eat my strawberries, by myself,
When I can get the alone time I so desperately need,

Morning is a constant, I am a variable, and depending on the change of x, I can either be feeling absolutely fabulous or utterly awful.

Today I'm feeling wonderful.

Because we all need a little self-reflecting,
And we all need a little perspective.

That perspective is the only thing that can save me.
(not to be melodramatic, but it's trooooooooo)


~j.j.b.~