The cold light of morning has a warmth to it
Like a mini spring, its rays contain fibre straightening and dust removing qualities
simply not found, or discovered, on a pessimistic morning.
Like a born-again struggling with the right words I look anew at my room curtains fully open and it takes
my breath away. The posters this, the posters that, the television this, the sofa that; the view like woodland at the time that a fallow deer lifts its head to see the commotion. There is none only the positive rays of the sun.