Morning’s breath casts a sheet of blurred vision across the fields.
She whispers; “welcome to the day i have prepared for you”.
I climb to the top of the highest tree
I peer across the ocean of cloud, and in my dreary state,
silhouettes of home and echoes of the week just passed.
Like a thought passing from mind to mouth; the haze of approaching headlights whiz by.
Too quickly for me to grasp.
I realise now that i am well-slept and well-prepared for what lies ahead of me on this newborn day.