Well yeah I am a morning person. I love early morning more than any other time of the day. Mornings are full of hope; each and every morning is a brand new begining in this beautiful planet. Mornings are silent and deep. They carry the breeze of the night before and the first lights to the new day. There is something about mornings that reminds me of me.
I do remember hating some mornings though. I doubt anyone could possibly like a morning that pushes you out of your warm bed into streets full of cars and offices with no windows. It is so not the case though if you are running on a chicken alarm!! I fall asleep into frog symphonies and wake up into chicken fight almost every day. The sea is only a blind walk away; I close my eyes and jump in; follow the fishes into the brand new day.
Summer will be over, eventually, I know. But did I not give up thinking what was and what will be. Whatever is is now and whatever is later is yet to come and we'll see.
Swing me to the morning light and let the world just BE!
Swing high, swing low
Swing to and fro
Not fast, not slow
A little swing can do more
than anything else for you
Swing out, swing in
It's not a sin
So let's begin
You'll never get the gate if your swinging is up to date
When your one and only
Complains that he's lonely and blue
A rhythmical campaign can do more than champagne
To see him through
Swing high, swing low
Swing to and fro Not fast, not slow
(Ralph Freed / Burton Lane)
1937
