Sunrise Over Monday

As I was awaken from the warmth of my Grandmother's handiwork by the sky's early light, I saw Monday has broken with the night's rage becalmed to morning still. One of my life's great pleasures is to lie in bed and watch the eastern sky through my window as the daylight emerges from darkness in sharp hues of blue and red and yellow.


Then, as the sun climbs through the trees, it paints the western sky above the mountains in shades of pale peach for those who would only wake to see it come and go so soon.


Monday, my friend, good morning!