On soft mornings
cotton candy clouds floating in a pastel blue sky
the wind and the trees laughing and talking and singing all around me,
I open wide the windows
feel the brisk autumn breeze whoosh into every corner
carrying away all the bits of darkness and doubt and worry
leaving only energy and excitement and eagerness.
On soft mornings
the day before me stretches out, timeless and infinite.
On soft mornings I can do anything.
