Waiting For The Wind To Pick Up

And I say this to you, despite the craziness of all the things around me . . . the morning is perfect.Nothing is pressing and nothing is weighing too heavy at the moment.The day is young and fresh, as if to just be born or perhaps I should say the day is born again.And for now, this is more than good enough.For now, everything is perfect. I love it when the full moon stays around to watch the sun come up. I love it when the early dawn changes the horizon. Last night’s rain has wet the streets but the clouds show relief and the heat has broken, at least, for now.It is morning.Well, no.It is Friday morning, to be exact,I pushed the magic button on my coffee machine. I love when the coffee enters my mouth and I can taste the flavor and prepare for the caffeine to do its trick. I like the momentary quiet which takes place before the day takes over. I love it when the morning is still new and life has yet to gain momentum. I love how the possibilities are endless because for the moment,…