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The birth of our day. All fresh and touched with The Master's hand in dewy majesty. The shell of sky wet with foamy clouds. The earth awaits wheeling birds to rest again - benign in the trees of their birth. Burbling and raucous in their boisterous roosts. Cacti creep along the last vestiges of the velvet night. A coyote laughs. He makes his lone way up the still, starlit, streets. And all is embraced by the embarking orb emanating for eons from the eastern estuaries. I write upon mornings because they are the marks of time upon beginnings. The new year begins at midnight. But the new day? ahh... the new day begins with the SUN. SoulSurvivor (C) 12/29/2015 all rights protected
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Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
Why I write upon mornings
The birth of our day. All fresh and touched with The Master's hand in dewy majesty. The shell of sky wet with foamy clouds. The earth awaits wheeling birds to rest again - benign in the trees of their birth. Burbling and raucous in their boisterous roosts. Cacti creep along the last vestiges of the velvet night. A coyote laughs. He makes his lone way up the still, starlit, streets. And all is embraced by the embarking orb emanating for eons from the eastern estuaries. I write upon mornings because they are the marks of time upon beginnings. The new year begins at midnight. But the new day? ahh... the new day begins with the SUN. SoulSurvivor (C) 12/29/2015 all rights protected
My favorite times of day... Morning and sunset. I guess because I live in the desert southwest. The coolest times while there is still light. -
#life#sun#birds#morning#coyote#cacti#new-day
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Dec 29, 2015
Dec 29, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
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