looking forward

I slept far too little last night in between the buzzing of my head in time with the tossing and turning of my body and the extra early alarm. But I always love the mornings. That's when my optimism bites the hardest. I can do this. I can lace up my sneakers and set off at a fast walk. I can re-start. I have a tangerine on my desk and the sky is blue.