Agh! Sing Muse...just a little softer
At it again.
Exasperation is too long of a word for this early hour.
I would realize later in the day that it fit as a second skin.
As far as I can see, there are three types of people in this world; well, concering the weighty topic of early morning conduct.
That first class of individuals could reasonably be considered flora at that first searing kiss of sunlight, as their rational capacities seem to operate on, shall we say, low heat.
In the second group we find those who treat the hour with a sort of solemnity, as a rendevous for those thoughts to gather and gear themselves for the long march through the day.
Then there's the rabble. If the race of mankind could truly emit a sort of electronic static, a cacophonous snow to wound the fragile ears of dawn, then I believe this caste has made the most headway in doing so.
I sigh, and glance once more at the magpies perched on two desks a distance away to my left.
CHIRP! CHIRP!
Correct that; very near to my left.
When I am not indulging the temptations of my peripheral vision, I happen to catch the sideways glares of many other morning monks of the Noble Second Order described above.
I think that if the scattered glances were to coincide into a collective deluge of attention, the magpies might just cease their stinging songs.
Telepathy is very appealing sometimes.
Coordination is key!
CHIRP! CHIRP!
I sip my coffee slowly.
The clock is still asleep.
Exasperation is too long of a word for this early hour.
I would realize later in the day that it fit as a second skin.
As far as I can see, there are three types of people in this world; well, concering the weighty topic of early morning conduct.
That first class of individuals could reasonably be considered flora at that first searing kiss of sunlight, as their rational capacities seem to operate on, shall we say, low heat.
In the second group we find those who treat the hour with a sort of solemnity, as a rendevous for those thoughts to gather and gear themselves for the long march through the day.
Then there's the rabble. If the race of mankind could truly emit a sort of electronic static, a cacophonous snow to wound the fragile ears of dawn, then I believe this caste has made the most headway in doing so.
I sigh, and glance once more at the magpies perched on two desks a distance away to my left.
CHIRP! CHIRP!
Correct that; very near to my left.
When I am not indulging the temptations of my peripheral vision, I happen to catch the sideways glares of many other morning monks of the Noble Second Order described above.
I think that if the scattered glances were to coincide into a collective deluge of attention, the magpies might just cease their stinging songs.
Telepathy is very appealing sometimes.
Coordination is key!
CHIRP! CHIRP!
I sip my coffee slowly.
The clock is still asleep.
posted by Hayden | 6:31 PM
11 Comments:
Oooh.
Nice.
*applause*
am I supposed to get this? it's enthralling, yes, but I feel like saving my high fives till I get it
all i can say is......WHAT?!?!
have i mentioned that i love the way you write? *sigh* jealousy.
honestly though, i'm scared to think where i might fit in your spectrum of classification.
i dont like mornings.
Hehe...Alicia. :)
You are more awake than I am...:D.
I have observed, Alicia, that you are in a most agreeable way in the mornings and are in no danger of being in "the rabble." =)
Whereas I, on the other hand, am.
As i seem to fit the order of the second group, i, too am insulted by the noise and clatter of an early riser who feels as though he needs to accomplish a day's worth of work before sunrise. Hayden, you write beautifully, keep up the postings.
(Becky's mom)
you write beautifully, keep up the postings. Being of the second order myself, I fully understand the exasperation and the inability to spell it in the a.m.
sorry that posted wtice, i still don't quite have teh hang of it ;)
Hi Mrs. Brewer! :D
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