Fruck School: I Missed The Bus AgainMornings are my favorite part of the day. They hold the intimacy of a dark sky coupled with the subtly rising birds. They are silent and empty of people but have quietly chattering leaves and breezes that scrape along the pavement and the smell of coffee regardless of if a brew is in sight. They make you feel alone but not lonely. They are slow but move with you. They are forgiving of fumbling and welcoming of opportunities. Morning air sits differently in the lungs though I may never know why.Fruck School: I Missed The Bus Again17 hours ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The morning changes to pastel lights as your mind begins turning its gears and your stomach yearns for food but not in the ravenous untamed way it seems to do in the middle of the night. Clouds add a unique flavor to the humble beginnings of the day regardless of if you prefer napping for hours in your abode or travelling with the sunlight leaving a stretched shadow in your wake.
Those are no longer the mornings I see.
It must be significant that in recent mornings my lids refuse to part and my
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