UPRISING

I adore the morning time. I always have. My siblings used to poke fun at me and the way I could literally spring from the bed after only having woken up moments ago. This is simply because I truly enjoy her and everything she has to offer to me. The morning feels fresh and warm like wiggling your toes down into the damp parts of the soil. She holds the leftovers from the magic of the night before, when things were quiet and the human social energy was so low that the rest of the Earth had no choice but to let its voice be heard. (more…)