Nice weather we're having.

Another successful cycle of the circadian dream, skies still dripping orange as they fade into blue.  The unstoppable turn, the indicator of passing time again brings morning breezes to tempt an additional bout of sleep.  For it is the freedom that it provides, so enticing in the divorce from reality and the gravity that holds so tightly to traveling feet.  Perpetual emotion.  Always a past that pushes and a future that pulls.  Suspended in the present, there is no other choice but to relax and enjoy the ride.