The Morning

There is something promising about a morning.

The world restarts, rebirths and tells you to do the same.
The dew covers the grass - dripping as though the earth just stepped from the shower.
Clean and un-muddled by events of the day.
The air is fresh; the cars have not come to pollute it yet.
The breeze is that deep morning breath that the earth takes. The cool air rushing through its nose to prod it on.
The blues of the sky fade into brighter whites, and hope sits embodied just below the horizon.

Yesterday doesn't matter. All that is ahead is potential. Today's possibilities are new and exciting.
Dry off with the earth and heed its pitch:
The promise of second chances.

-Taylor