A restless night, where a volume of thunder blows away sleep. In the morning clouds stack and part and here is the sun, a warm salutation of sun.
Sit down to write and the light shines direct into my eyes.
What?! I ask of this phenomena: humorous cosmos, most humorous!
Sigh; for I will have to push the table back to clamber out of my seat and walk every one of those five steps to the window and shift the wooden clothes horse to lean in, unwind the cord, let the blind down halfway.
Shadow ivy shimmies and the breeze whispers like shantung silk.