Today has yet to unfold itself.
I do not yet know its name, though the morning warmth and welcoming breeze offer an inkling of its character.
We shall get to know one another as the sun rises, and become closer as the moon takes its place.
The morning is not urgent and without anticipation.
Birds chirp in slow, soft increments.
Melodies of a mellow song.
I wait for the coffee to brew as I observe the sounds of the world beyond the balcony.
I wonder what this day will bring without curiosity.
The sky's large, sailing clouds offer promise that all will be well.
Breakfast: coffee and cigarettes,
A side of Slim's serenades.
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