Today I rose from bed and looked out of my ***** window and saw a tiny slice of the moon, drifting towards the horizon as the sun, as if stretching its tired arms, opened its eyes to the achy, cold trees, and weary night-folk. And quietly, peacefully, I entered the day with the same brightness I had seen in the sky from my window, as I filled my cup with tea. Minutes passed like grains of dirt on the ground as I flew over them on two rubber wheels, accomplishment was taken as it came, one pebble at a time. And today, for once, when I saw the smile on that beautiful face and my heart filled, I held the joy I despised so much in acceptance and joy for the moment, instead of crushing it. One day, the dreams I conjure in the light of noon will be reality, memories to be forgotten because they haven't the opportunity to exist yet.