Morning cloak

It's funny, that morning light, that playing with the mind that just everything might be alright after all. It's the best of times; the waking into a new day with a plethora of opportunities all waiting to rain down on your parade and wash away last nights dismal storm.

In that moment, the glow of a first glimpse of a brighter today; well everything is possible, every avenue open to a wealth of new beginnings.

I write best in a morning.

Evening? Not so good and invariably always much darker.

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