Pulling Back the Covers

The first light of day is once again interrupting. Intruding into the preferred, detached, pleasures of my wondrous dream world. It is insistent. Its radiance has found its way in and is pulling back the very covers of my sleep. Wiping away, bit by bit, the fabulous make believe and ‘what if’ of my dreams. Disturbing and unraveling my warm nest, my cocoon. All attempts to forestall the inevitable, to keep the day at a distance awhile longer, are failing. That spectacular inner beauty of quiet is dissipating. Forcing the inevitable confrontation between semi-consciousness and consciousness. Nights’ delightful passivity is being rudely swept away. The every day challenge will require renewed, demonstrable mastery over the unpredictable daily rebirth and events of life. Well, time has now come to peer over the edge and see what today might bring.