An hour makes a difference.

the morning sun still paints with yellow and orange. 

in the golden sunlight the world appears so precious. but it lasts only for minutes before the rising sun disappears behind clouds. already. its the second night in a row i sleep well. i wake up once or twice, but only for minutes and i can go back to a deep sleep right away. i feel more rested and i'd rather face my critical worrisome thoughts in the early morning hours than during the night. there is no explanation for the change. but it's hopeful. i decided to work against my routine and try to get up an hour earlier every day. there is  no rhyme or reason for this decision. maybe i just prefer the early hours, the silence, the awakening of the day. today is Tuesday. just for the record.