There's Something to Be said

There's something to be said for the dark, something good desirable especially when its morning and someone's brought the coffee to you propped up still warm on pillows of last nights dreams. Then, no matter what country country awaits or morning shines,  no switch should be turned no shade raised or curtain parted. All that waits in daylight, work and striving to get to it; better lingered nicely coffeed
finding moments put the world inside your head in such a way as grounded in some sense of truth, suffering transformed to wonder. So when the light comes rushing in child bounces upon the bed crow complaints across the snow, shades snap up all on their own and yes each breath all bright shiny dance the shadow and its twin - all there is Monday miraculous so all you do can or will, is laugh. Up now or we'll all be late.