This morning at 5 am my door bell rang
i stood in my living room and yes I was nervous
was their to be bad news on the other side of that door?
opened the door two shabby looking men and a beat up truck
on the other side," we have a delivery" hmm?
5 am that is my time, my time for privacy, my time for silence
unless I want it to be different, my time for peace and tranquility..
I thought my five am was sacred, i thought it belonged to me.
About Me
- onesilentwinter
- i moved where my heart had drifted off to long before. i live on a hill of hundred acres, where my dreams have merged with the view. it is quiet from machine noises yet loud with sounds of horses, dogs, cats chickens and ducks. nature is the true artist in resident and i am just her apprentice who often gets lost in her gaze. once and a while i travel back to cities and foreign places to put into photographs what i have learned, yet always, part of my heart is left on the hill..
1 comment:
wellcome to the "real" 5:00 ams.
this is why I start at 4:30....
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