MORNING BREAKING

Morning breaks soft in the fall. Chilly air contrasts with the white fire of the sun as it floods through my woods. I sit at my old work table in solitude and think about the new day. What will it bring? How can I shape it? I am on a path of simplicity. My world  opens up to me for yet another day. 

Here is a poem by Virginia Woolf that fits my mood today;

How much better is silence; the
coffee cup, the table. How much better to
sit by myself like the solitary sea-bird
that opens its wings on the stake. Let me
sit here forever with bare things, this
coffee cup, this knife, this fork, things in
themselves, myself being myself.