Cold mornings consecrate regrets
ordaining echoes of my past
into entitled shadows
that hold congress
on my path.
Mornin’, folks. Monday again and I’m sure more than a few are feeling the chill. You know how it goes- you wake up, it’s cold, you start getting ready for the grind. Next thing you know, your mind’s wandering and you’re getting all sour. You know what though? That’s just fine.
Toss the coffee on, make yourself some eggs, and keep going on. The hardest part is over and you just have to make it to tonight.
Well, as always, here’s to hoping your day flies right on by and that you’ve got something cold and on the rocks waiting for you when you get home tonight.