Morning

It feels too early, evidence of having stayed up too late. But light is spreading across the morning. Far in the distance, I hear the high whistle of trains, and the low rumble of planes overhead. People are moving; it is time for me to do the same. A new day, with new mercies. It feels too early, but it’s right on time.

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About aka gringita
Flotsam generator. Amateur photographer. Avid traveler. Christ follower.

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