morning hours

the morning sky is an intense blue.

looking into these vivid shades during the early morning hours is hopeful. The power of the blue sky erases all worries while the mind is still waking up. It's a Monday. a week ahead. time ahead. a day ahead. what structures the day? is it framed by the must do's, the work hours, the schedules, the amount of calls, meetings, emails, thoughts, laughs (if). what is it that defines the next 10 hours before the sun goes down. the sun rise and sun set are pointless. almost. there is the clock we all share and obey. millions of alarm clocks went off already this morning, millions more are ringing right now. my house is still and asleep. some window curtains are open. some are closed. this little house is like a floating boat in the open blue sky not bound to structure and time. it scares me to be cut off from this stream of alarm clocks. my morning coffee is freshly brewed and the heat in the house is comforting. how do you reach out into an open field? how do you talk with the vast blue sky?

there is the pen and the paper and the list making. there is the inner wish list that is buried, there is the nagging present of my dislikes, a one way street that dead ends. There is the blue sky that sinks into my eyes and expands the narrow path of my sticky mental traps. i want to pick up the phone, make a reservation, pack a bag, leave and find myself  flying in the midst of this endless blue morning sky, escaping from the muddy grounds and the particular stillness of my house. And there is the sun.