My, Where Has Day Gone
Day has died, only to resurrect tomorrow with the same amount of generosity extended to you. She graciously wakes you up, as she breathes her morning breath of productivity through your window, defrosting her own dew of perspiration. What do you do with all this kindness? How do you reciprocate? Return your love by embracing her radiance and wrapping your work in the cloth of her brightness. Entangle in her robe of execution. She longs for that. Oblige her. That is, of course, if you have a window. If not, you’ll just have to settle for that 40-watt lamp.