The Hues of Morning

Saturday, April 04, 2026

Good morning, Twfw. O/

Sunrise. Pinks and baby powder blues make a nursery wall of the horizon.

How's your sky?

Dreams make imaginings that want words; words to make living dreams possible.

Making sentences is how we make our dreams come true.

It's always the first step: Getting the words right.

Living a day without a clear understanding of what we're doing is like getting into a car with nowhere to go. There's more to life than 'just driving' your day.

Where are you going? What would you like to see and do and be?

Words of encouragement and insight will always be Poet's work. Sometimes they fill these morning pages.

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It's color; it's light.

We rise and wake with The Sun. Our bodies adjust to the change of colors the spin of Our Earth brings.

Do you think The World experiences the light like us?

The hues of morning are groggy and slow.

Noontime shines bright get-it-done right tones over every city, seaside, and town.

Dusk is a hush; The Moon wakes for lullabies.

All of Life is an intricate twirl of sunshine and circles. A choreography of celestial fire dances The World.

The Sun is a composer and conductor of color.

Green is for traffic lights and Spring.

Both mean Go!

Where we are now.

Thanks for reading, take care and make a wonderful day.