Sitting in a darkened room, predawn, an elixir like no other to start the day. Heat, moonlight pouring into the space, settling deeply within,

Sets the tone for the day, my mind set to soak up every last bit of happening and circumstance that will frame and mark and create the story of the day,

Ponder and linger I’d prefer in this quiet space, little sips, this magic, fleeting time like an elixir, capturing the mood and the moment, screen blurred, no eyeglasses just now, no matter,

Tho’ matters much the purpose of this early morn’, and so with subtle moan, groan, I rise and stretch and again, into the day, into the day.