A Fine Morning

This morning is a fine morning The kind that stands out among others The damp, cold perfection That's so gloomy that you're comfortable.. A morning that you truly Wake up Rather than forcibly Getting up You have an extra hour or so That you never have to prepare.. The unusual energy you have this morning Inspires some strangely rare breakfast Not too horribly worried about time You're just glad to eat peacefully.. The sky is still dark with night's shadow But perfect light blues begin to break through Nothing satisfies my senses more Than that cold, almost bright sky.. Your teeth don't feel contaminated this morning Things just feel like they're going your way Though you could easily go back to sleep, Why miss this cold, city morning? You look out the window with your coffee Staring down at the world below Gloomy polluted city somehow feeling like home Time to go get dressed It's hard to describe in words What feeling this kind of morning brings me Something about that fresh darkness takes me away The confusing mixture of fatigue and peace.. Those mornings are what I live for I haven't had a morning like that in a long time..