THE SECRET OF MORNINGS

Each day dawns laden with secrets. The morning dews are crystal balls, each holding a secret trailer of a fragment of day. The birds, chirping incessantly, gossip among themselves about the delightful things you’ll find at the weekend market. In the crevice between the sun's virginal light and last night's shadows, an old friend waits for a scheduled chance encounter, bearing a gift of forgotten memories. Fresh brew drips into the carafe of your old coffee machine, tapping out a Morse code of the new thoughts and feelings that will percolate into your brain in the hours to come. And the curtains billow with echoes of the laughs to be laughed. The day is waiting to confess its plans for you.