"I once had deep disdain for the morning.
I thought it such a vile thing, I’d skim through it; like an intolerable book,
with a grand ending.
Some days, I would awake immediately in contest with the clock,
revolt and retreat back to sleep.
I learned that the morning, if indulged in at the appropriated amount, is much like fine-wine.
I’d go the day, deepening in seething, solitary stupor — revering the Sun, and settling in its warmth.
The morning is good in proportion to all that is good;
the morning is Peace. "
- The Expressionist. (via teffthedon)
(Source: TEFFTOPIA.blogspot.com, via teffthedon)