In the morning, forcing myself to get up is one thing but asking my body to wake up and pound pavement? That’s above and beyond demanding. Some good things came of it, photos were birthed and some oxygen…exchanged. I walked a little…I sat a little…I walked a little (again). A fine attempt to surrender all mental and physical clutter.
Of all morning visions, I’m particularly mesmerized by the sun. A beautiful trio…my eyes, illuminations and the perfect song. It can change a tune or two.