New Day
This morning I sit quietly watching the first few rays of sunlight starting to filter into my room. My mind is still, as nothing of the day has yet invaded the peace. Dreams from the night continue to echo in soft images, but they are slowly fading away soon to be forever lost to memory. I find my thoughts drifting to the day ahead - a blank canvas upon which we can paint anything and everything we want, an empty page to write or draw on, an empty space to dance in, a map to follow to an unknown adventure. A day filled with complexities and simplicities not to be missed. The day beckons each of us to its unknown future. Today is the day. Good morning.