Waking morning is tiredness of a day passing shadows of moments what happens in the day is effusiveness of the sun, the catcall of the wind, noisy talk on sidewalk and the half murmur of a child wanting a begging bowl to be replenished by coins people keep in back pockets. The day wakes up to realities of chatter, to discover if anything will be different, or if the closet will be empty. In the evenings when sun’s shadows invert the day draws lines on weary faces.
