Morning light,
still hidden behind roof tops,
filtered through thin clouds.
Conversation and laughter
filled afternoon hours.
Fraying fabrics of dullness
from the morning vanished,
taken by the rhythm of
conversation and laughter.
Today is and
will be tomorrow
but for now
tonight has given me
the comfort of my home.
“But the morning light is only the first line
in the play of the day—“
~ Billy Collins, The Only Day in Existence
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