A little poem, of little consequence, but captures how I feel today.
Infinite Morning
Infinite Morning
Sunwashed windows.
Quiet house.
Smoky coffee,
Thick, deep bread.
Memories skate across the kitchen
Through me.
A million choices whirl silently, like dust dancing in a
sunbeam
A million chances - or perhaps just four or five.
I catch myself this infinite morning: human, after all.
Rejoice!
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