Morning Commute

In the the the uncertainty of the day's beginning.

The questions have no answers. The solutions. The mountains appear to be too high to climb.

And then - clarity.

A distant hint..a shadow of a tree. A second and a third..and more to follow. The world slowly comes into focus.

The geese line up for their daily commute. Honking loudly...announcing to us their presence as they pass thru.

The sun rises. The sleepy fog melts. The day dawns brightly.

And - we begin again.