Morning Reservation

Everything seems to fit into this morning's vast mosaic as if each piece has been shaped to occupy a given place. Even the broken sea shells that first appeared redundant, strewn haphazardly along the beach now give pause and interest to the sands otherwise featureless reach. Trees occupy their allotted space, the rotunda claims its usual ground and clouds drift the wide freedom of the sky. Silence cups like an ear to receive the days waking sounds and in a corner where the pier slots so neatly into the sea, small boats bob about in their moorings overlooked by a hollow made in air that seems to fit my contours just perfectly.