The silence of the early morning
When the world is still sleeping
When the sun has not risen
When my mind is refreshed after a night of rest
When the day ahead awaits
All I hear is the tick tock of the clock in the living room
And the hum of the heater
And that’s if I listen for it
Otherwise, I’m lost in my thoughts
On a sea of tranquility
No one to distract me
No one who needs me
No urgent feeling to do things
Other than contemplate, read and write
It’s the magic of the early morning
Is my spirit closer to its source?
Is my mind not clouded with the tasks of the day?
What is the source of this calm I feel?
March 4th, 6:00 am