Morning
23rd July 2023

I wake, coiled up in the thoughts of the night,
sleepily get dressed,
and go outside with my Bronson friend,
to clouds, and to cold piercing air, and to chirping birdsong,
and I realise… what a small part I (we) are in it all,
and I realise… how beautiful, and unconcerned with me, the world is.

And this lends me comfort.

And knowing it is not all about me,
I say goodbye to the night,
and I steel myself for another day
happy,
in the knowing,
that it will all be ok.

Morning.

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