Dawn Hike

Daylight wipes its face. I travel through a door unlocking an attic of mind. If I had a best pair of pants I would wear them but I have only the next to best. Small unnamed birds are clambering over a heaped-up sky. I may have to climb a little also, my best boots are old but they have been to the tops and the bottoms and know the distance between. I have plenty of rope new rope rope as silver and sparkly as the morning dew. It will do.