Winding, Crooked Trails

Shared Expressions and Musings with a Connection to the Origin of Things and a Surly Hatred of Progress and Development along with a Churlish Resistance to all Popular Improvements (except for HDTV and Dolby 5:1 surround sound and maybe Books on CD) (thanks Ed)

Monday, December 06, 2004

All the while I was alone the past was close behind

Somewhere along the way I turned into a morning person and the tone of my day is nearly always dictated by my mood upon awakening. Barring unforeseen lifesmacks later in the day of course. Today my mood is charged, electric, turning cartwheels cross the floor..........I was feeling kind of seasick, the crowd called out for more...........sorry, I love that song. I even like saying it. Whiter shade of pale. When you are a morning person, and the mood is bright, and the start is good, it feels like strength, and promise and gladness. Feels like a burst. Riding a ribbon. I'm sure non morning people experience the same thing, just to a different biorhythm. I have my reasons to be cocked and loaded today. You already know if you're one of them.