When Morning Opens the Door

Sunlight crossed the window frame and came all the way into the room. Wherever yesterday's heavy air has gone, this morning breathes easy. Maybe it's not that the season is changing, but that I'm walking along with it, little by little. Not everything is solved yet, but in front of this light, I think it's all right to set it down for a while. Let's go to the window before the coffee cools. Outside, today began a long time ago.