i've struck up an acquaintance with the morning. we share each other, the sun and i. i keep it company while it keeps me warm on my drive. we share thoughts and maybe some coffee.
a Persian poet named Hafiz once wrote
"even after all this time the sun never says to the earth 'you owe me.' Look what happens with a love like that, it lights the whole sky."

at times i feel like my brain is a thick fog and my thoughts are like little children. running around needlessly so that by the time i find one he has run off before i can find another one.
this tedious process of catch and release and re-catch and re-release is all a bit daunting and at times i wonder
what do i wonder?
oh.. i forget, ha.

maybe i just lack a starting block. oh, indeterminate proclivities