Thank Goodness For a Sun

Thank goodness for a sun, the rays that cross the plane! My office remains melancholy, a dimness I defend. Daily I defend this muted light, thinking it "muse", drinking it blind. On overcast days, I get away with it; be it blinds pulled, or curtain down (rarely both: I'm not an ANIMAL!), a ray or two may lift the room, cause a breath, pull me out. In day, the birds do not distract so. Outdoor noises are immaterial. Night of course, is a cause in itself. At these times, sleep is a mistress I dare not court, nor think about. Night draws and draws, she never gives back. Thank goodness for sun, and a nap on the day. Earth's elegant axis, Sun's elegant ray. ~TH~ http://wrongwaywriteway.com