sleep patterns or that which the dawn brings about...

4:00am

what is it that stirs me from my sleep at such a time?

lately the action follows through like clockwork....

no matter the deepest of sleep where i may be found,

something triggers my internal alarm and i am nudged rudely awake;

left only to try and find my way back to that well-hidden, calming rest.

my mind afloat,

running through thoughts of the day,

listening to the city buzzing about outside,

i see the spaces of the sidewalks and the streets in my visions,

my eyes grow heavier and heavier,

again i am lulled back to the land of sheep.

7:00am

the sun peers in through the pane,

almost grabbing at my eyelashes playfully

and i fight to run the sleep from my lazy eyes...

the cold air leaking in from the window above my head,

tempts me to further burrow and hide deeper under the covers,

seeking refuge and warmth from the elements which await my presence.

7:30am

time is running along without me,

irked by this, i crawl out from the enveloping warmth and comfort...

i find my way to the startling reality of a cold shower,

i'm reminded a new day awaits,

one in which new possibilities are lurking about,

waiting to be discovered and seized...

like clockwork the phone rings,

i am met with a familiar voice,

(one which usually wakes me if i am so fortunate).

beauty takes me in an embrace met with laughter

and the world,

despite the looming uncertainties,

seems so hopeful and joyful.

this is what it's about...

those moments.

through that i am armed to face whatever may be laid out before me,

confidently,

humorously,

and delightfully...

making the most of any and every situation;

for i chose to see beauty in all,

i don't have time for the negative drawbacks.

and the day carries on....

some may be more trying than others,

but i know there is greatness within,

and i owe it to myself to seize it;

to manifest it;

to live the life i dream.