Morning Light
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Here we are, tipping into the morning light, rolling from our dreams as we fall into the day.
Leave the radio off. Let’s listen to the sound of our footsteps and our breathing.
Let’s open the window and inhale the cool air.
Let’s pretend the morning is a secret and its light is a coded message. See? There it is, writing on the treetops, leaving hieroglyphics on the forest floor.
I laugh and tell you that it sounds like a commercial.
“Why?” you ask.
“All it can say,” I answer, “is ‘New! New! New!’”
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