Hour 3: Beautiful Day

Beyond the veil of sleepiness,

My eyes they open wide.

I pour myself a cup of coffee

Take the dog outside.

I look around, I listen

To the sounds and sights that I can see

I drowsily smile and stretch my arms

What a beautiful day it will be.

Slowly sipping my coffee

I set up my writing nest

I stumble through feeding the menagerie

Not quite yet feeling my best.

I stop to take a deep breath

Send out a silent plea

Continue my preparations

What a beautiful day it will be.

I sit in contemplation

About the journey about to begin

I think of all the times past

The memories make me grin.

Camaraderie and giddiness

Everyone who is here would agree

A load of anticipation

What a beautiful day it will be.

The time is drawing near

I attempt to gather my thoughts

They scurry around within my mind

My stomach is churning out knots.

I watch the clock and see the time

Silently I give a cheer

The prompt comes up, I now begin

That beautiful day is here!

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