Category: Thoughts Out Of Season

4:08 am… Morning air so crisp and pure, unspoiled by the harshness of the day, still moist and alive with life, outside the grip of Sun’s blazing rays. I closed my eyes just for a moment, just long enough for…

4:46 am… Ah, yes… the birds. As my eyes come clean from evening’s darkness, I am greeted by those sweet feathered morning minstrels who fill my Dawn with song!

6:03 am… The morning Earth consumes my midnight dreams as my mind slowly rises above the golden subconscious horizon…

4:38 am… I’m finding it difficult waking up under this roof again. Them birds out in the black beginnings of dawn have the right idea. The cool dampness of the morning beckons me to go outside. You only get so…

6:59 am… I’m feeling very much alive and well this fine morning. I went for an early morning ride out in the country. The wind and sky greeted the dawn with open arms. Gentry and hipsters may rule the houses…

5:01 am… Animated carbon creatures frantically scurry along the face of the Earth in search of some sort of meaning, some sort of lasting purpose, or at least a good place to eat. About every hundred years, Mother Earth shakes…

4:49 am… Time is ticking away; slowly it drips into my coffeepot.

4:36 am… Frantic songs cry out from the treetops, as the morning choir sing their praises to the rising Sun.