Houses sit quietly, unmoved by the morning’s celestial beauty. A few lights twinkle harmlessly in an upstairs bedroom window. Perhaps a young girl with a restless imagination discards sleep in favor of a book about dragons and fierce, courageous warriors. Or a Mom scurries about, getting the laundry done before her three children rise with demands for food, clothes, attention.
I like the morning. I can’t wait until the next episode. Each one clean, original, fresh — a work of art to be celebrated.