Winter Mornings
How the mind plays on a beautiful winter morning…
You wake up to the smell of coffee and firewood
In a haze of memories and nostalgia.
The first glow of the morning sun,
The distant chime of a temple bell
Drown the chaos in your mind;
Fill your senses with an ethereal magic.
As the fog clears, you can see,
Through the haze of your perceptions.
The empty road ahead, becomes your companion.
You are alone, but not lonely!
And the world around slowly wakes up.
Like sobering up after a drunken night,
A night of cold distance and icy egos.
The sparks of dreams and nightmares slowly die down.
Leaving just a trail of the subliminal behind.
Just like winter mornings!