Morning Glory

The sun is shining right in my eyes, and my mind is still half-asleep, as if the nite was longer than I wanted it to be, and my thoughts are somewhere between the pillow and the mirror. Everything around is slightly lazily trembling from the heat, as if the world itself had just opened its eyes and stretched. The music rolls thru the streets, unhurried, the kind that makes you just want to walk in time with it and not ask any unnecessary questions. It seems there's nothing dramatic ahead, just a day that starts a little later than for others, and a light irony in every movement. In the reflection, someone who is no longer in a hurry to correct reality, but simply washes in it, like morning light. The world can wait until it wakes up too.