I wake to birdsong, and the dawn reflected by my wardrobe mirror.
My bedclothes, hugging me like a lover's embrace, urge me to stay.
I lay a while in thought and prayer, letting the joy and hope of life build.
Then, covers cast aside, I begin my day.
I wash and dress, then head downstairs.
Cereal and coffee whilst immortals battle to keep their heads.
A quick survey of sequential graphical arts,
A box of sandwiches slung together,
Then, I am on my way.
Black road beneath, blue sky above, and the green of trees and fields each side.
Behind me, the sun pours out it's brilliance and warmth.
More joy, more prayer, as each mile brings the memory of another blessing, or thoughts of a friend's need.
Too soon, I am at work, yet that too is joy, but I will tell that another time.