another good morning

 I've let go of any plan or expectation because I never know what the morning will bring.

 I can depend on my coffee being hot and my feet being wet but nothing beyond that.

I will admit that when I see the color break out from the darkness my blood races. 

I know it won't last long and I feel compelled to capture it.

But on these mornings when the sky is filled with soft pastel clouds I feel quieter and more patient. I breathe more deeply and let it wash all over my new day.