Here comes the sun...
I am such a morning person, always have been. I get this rush of aliveness in the mornings. That's of course right after I get over the molehill of sleepyness. In my youth it has been quite the bane. Never getting to enjoy the late night party down party town fun that always happens, well late at night. In my old age I'm sure that all this morning happiness is going to be a great boon. Like when I'm seventy three and I have a water aerobics class that starts at some ungodly hour like five a.m. I'll be there first whistling Pearl Jam and just warming up. Some people have to learn to be morning people. There kids have to break them in during the middle age. Suckers; some people were just born singing zippady doo dah right after the alarm goes off. Of course I don't use an alarm, don't need to, just wake up, specially if I'm on a regular schedule. If you're reading this and it's morning and it's making you sick and grumpy and pissed off, I say, stuff it, keep it to yourself. You get to enjoy all that late night fun and madness that I can't because late at night I get sick and grumpy and pissed off in the first degree.My dreams have been bearing down hard lately. Epic landscapes of then and now and of things to come. Blended mindscapes of disperate elements. Sex and sadness, architecture and desolation, scenarios that make no sense in the mornings and that fade into forget by noon. Why was I there and where excactly was I, and with whom.
"You said you would be right there, but you knew I would never pass that way again."
