"wake me in a thousand years..."
the morning sun can't seem to decide which way to go. it has been loitering just above the horizon with every intention of rising high to inspire with a glorious day. but it also looks for gray clouds to hide behind,keeping it's warmth and light to itself.
going to work before dawn has it's rewards i suppose. sunrise often finds me pulling into the parking lot,else i see it peeking through the office windows. i feel as if i beat the sun to the desicion-i chose the day i wanted. but not so on my days off,rare as they are.
they sun is waiting just outside...
edited to say:
the sun lost it's way.looks like another wasted day...
the morning sun can't seem to decide which way to go. it has been loitering just above the horizon with every intention of rising high to inspire with a glorious day. but it also looks for gray clouds to hide behind,keeping it's warmth and light to itself.
going to work before dawn has it's rewards i suppose. sunrise often finds me pulling into the parking lot,else i see it peeking through the office windows. i feel as if i beat the sun to the desicion-i chose the day i wanted. but not so on my days off,rare as they are.
they sun is waiting just outside...
edited to say:
the sun lost it's way.looks like another wasted day...