I wish I liked mornings. Mornings are beautiful, fresh, the promise of new possibilities.
But I'm always so tired - or, even when I'm not tired, during that time of the day I'm weak and vulnerable. And mornings are also hostile, always out to get me.
Today, the morning was giving me a break. Out earlier than I usually would be on a Saturday, walking a borrowed poodle, there was a cessation of hostilities. The morning, the poodle and I walked in peaceful silence.
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