Morning comes again.

A beautiful sunrise. How can the sky be more incredible than a small layer fog with mountains in the background and hues of orange, pink and yellow streaking across the sky as the sun tries to break through the morning dew?

Another day awaits. Choices and decisions stand in the wings holding the place in line. One sits at their desk in this early hour with the hope that the day can be better than ones mind has played it out.

It all lies within me to change it. Now to follow through would be grand. Looking for that doorway and only finding hallways and inner offices.

Seeking so much of the unknown. Relating to all and then again nothing tangible. Sand continues to sift through my hands. Finding broken shells along the way.

Peace.