I am glad this morning when I do not have to get up ridiculously early to catch a train to Sydney.
My mouth hates the taste of toothpaste and early mornings.
My eyes rebel against replacing the sun with artificial lights so early.
I like the way the sun gives us time to say goodbye to the darkness,
colouring the edges with orange and the middle with shadowed blue.
Far away from the seas,
A heavy river of wind pushes the leaves in the trees.
I close my eyes and,
It sounds like a full and deep ocean is skimming the top of the skies.
What’s the story here? What do you think? I think she sounds a bit lonely.