Good morning, good morning. How’s this day where you are?
I manage to get up when the alarm first goes off before 5. I hit snooze, set the phone back down on the table, put my head back down on the pillow, but I was awake. These words pushing through me every waking: The breeze at dawn has secrets to tell you — when did I stop listening?
Outside it’s still dark, the birds are still asleep.