The sun is rising, offering fresh promises for the day ahead. I have been up hours before the sun, but it still inspires a sense of hope in me. I have a whole day left in which to create and explore. To write through those tangles of words I left for myself yesterday. To make something new or polish something old.
Yesterday I may have squandered more time than I should, I may have had to deal with dozens of distractions and writing may have felt like trying to spin straw into gold with no helpful little man around to make a deal with. That was yesterday.