Sometimes nothing is said about the morning even though it is same in appearance; how quickly we forget.
Something is new, maybe an attitude is old; how hard is it to see the awakening of this day. This morning it was difficult.
Normal is the word to describe my feeling when I know that this presence is new. Apparently sometimes it is difficult to see.
I always say that I were in jail I would be present and in the place provided and life would be as good as it is here at home. It is a state of being on planet earth.
But this morning I felt haggard and old, dripping with age.
Now I understand but it took awhile.
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