Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Another day another chance to get it right

The snow fell softly on my sleeping bed last night. Drifting down slowly, dancing in the moonlight and piling up in anticipation of the breaking day. This morning like each morning was soft, sweet, and cold. My mind lied to it's self and I let it tell me I was somewhere else. Music my morning coffee, the frozen air my morning meal. Like a winter rose I'm a victim of the fall, but I'm soon returning.

5 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

How beautifully poetic you are. I didn't know you drank coffee.

4:56 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

it doesn't say he drinks coffee, it said that music was his morning coffee

9:56 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Yummmmmmmmmmmmm, music is good morning coffee!

7:45 PM  
Blogger Simply E said...

Music is my 24 hour coffee... nice to see you writing again.

1:38 AM  
Blogger Davey From The Block said...

Judge, wtf is your phone number? I need to call ya bro.

-Dave

3:10 PM  

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