Every Morning

Tuesday, November 25, 2025

Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.

Every morning.

These late November days with so little sunshine as we raise holiday cheer and give thanks for the year to prepare for the end of December when the light returns.

Whether we remember it or not, our days are fashioned around the Sun's whereabouts.

If you eat or breathe air the location and frequency of sunlight determines your survival.

So I write the sunrise, a thank you note every morning.

A little awe and gratitude and wonder for all things celestial would do all of our AI video gamed pixel fixated selves some good.

Some humility for nerds every dawn on Wonderfell.

Good morning nerds. O/

You rolled a high intelligence score at birth on your 20 sided-die, but where's your wisdom at?

Wisdom is measured in humility.

To do great things
And still be in awe of the sky
And a baby's cry, is to be wise.

Every morning.

Here's the Sun.

Trees eat all day... devour sunshine so you can breathe.

How nice!

Hope your day is a good one. Prose is calling me. Over to Colore.

Take care, thanks for reading, look around the site some, and make wonderful this wonderful day.