1. Silence

Morning starts with snooze.

Twice ... not more or I’ll be late.

It is a forced morning.

Though I remember from times before:

Open window above my head

Dazzling light �" broken into thousand pieces

Shinny flecks on my walls

And birds. Lots of them. Busy with their routine.

Singing near my window.

Cool breath giving me chills

And harmony of everything.

That was a morning!

What a pity ... Silence.