Promises were conjured up and arguments quelled and they laughed and sang as their mother hung the clothes up to dry on the lines.
It was already a good morning and the day ahead had dreams to render.
The rhythm of life is at least entertaining.
Climbing into bed at the end of day is most often the same each night and yet waking to the rays of sun upon your face in the morning sets the stage for a brand new day filled with contentment or frustration for attitude gathered up in sleep has changed sometime during the night!
Some days your eyes open to the unsettled feeling of what could only be surmised as conflicts fought during the darkened hours of sleep. Hidden from the conscious world those conflicts filter into the waking hours surging ahead full steam splattering attitude in everything you try to accomplish. Then as daunting as they are you forge ahead creating a course under your own power and they finally evaporate. A fresh sense of well being comes over you for the plans you make are your desires and you wait confidently and harmoniously with anticipation to see if time renders up the dream.
Night falls around you once more and you begin to soar with the breezes of all that was lived during this interval of time. Thoughts and promises and unrealized wishes are lulling you to rest until they intertwine with the subconscious and you float ahead through the darkened night to reveal a dream filled with either the harmony or discourse of the day. You hope the next dawning will bring with it laughter and singing.
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