Beginning Again
The sun rises over the trees.
Slowly illuminating what was previously cool and
damp from dew,
silent and asleep.
From my seat in the kitchen—
coffee cooling more quickly that I would like—
the sun floods my periphery,
forces me to a squint and
pulls my attention away from the task at hand.
Out of my slumber and thought.
Out of my dreams and comfort.
Resigned, I get ready to work.
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