For a moment when you wake up, you have no memory of anything that has passed before you. You are a blank page. So when the first light shines on th window and the shadows of low low objects are still tall enought to form patterns on the curtain, you are capeble of anything. Morning is a time of infinite possibilities and choices: what am i going to do today? what am I going to wear? what will I eat? Wash the night from your eyes, put on the clothes that make you feel good, walk out into the sunshine and breathe the pure air of the morning, becouse to do anything else would be an injustice.
Morning, the time of infinite possibilities and choices.
