That delicious first moment upon waking, caught between the weightlessness of subconsious dreaming and realities of consciousness on waking, the room sunny and warmer now, with light streaming and little magical light plays, reflecting on surfaces and providing some gentle amusement before the bigger things you have to do, make their mind entrance and shatter the spell. Imagine if only the day were like this in every moment, what peace would be ours and how blissful our lives. Gradually, your ears begin to hear again the sounds of morning, clocks are ticking that you couldn’t hear a moment ago, the air is sighing and yawning awake to a new day, the dawn broke so long ago and some sleepy heads are still snoring. The comforting sound of a car driving past at just the right speed, says hello in a friendly sort of way and the truck passing reminds me of the grind of engines and how the new day brings with it work and chores and I sigh a deep deep sigh. I wonder why my clocks ticking will not synchronise themselves to tick at the same time and how I only notice their ticking in the early morning rising and late to sleep settling down, all other times I would have no sense of them, yet now, they interrupt my thoughts and I wish time away. Contemplate leaving the bed, only the thought of a steaming hot brew will make me rise and shine…and I succumb to the day….until my rendevous with the moon and the stars again tonight.