Morning

Warm tea, wiki edits, and zines sent by a friend that arrived earlier this week welcome me to the morning. Yesterday there was a rain shower more intense than any I have seen for a while; a powerful wind blew through the air. Now, the day is calm: the sky is cloudy and a light breeze sways the leaves on the trees to and fro. Birds call. My tea is empty. I should make another cup.I look around the room and think of how different times bring life to different parts of the place. My guitar sings in the late afternoon. My typewriter goes click-clack in the early mornings when I like to write letters to friends. The sounds of my computer keyboard permeate through the weekday; clicks corresponding to connections, essays, reflections, thoughts, ideas. My silent waving lucky cat brings joy all day. The colour of my bookshelves that hold stories that have brought joy, excitement, laughter, and peace, comforts me; the colour of the plants make me feel calm. I need to water them today.I think…