Today's prompt is Morning.
I am not, and never have been, what is referred to as "a morning person." I've often wished I was. People sing morning's praises highly. Many writers say it's when they get their best work done. It's supposedly peaceful and fresh and full of promise.
I wouldn't know. My brain is a pile of dead slugs until noon.
Once I lamented this fact in the presence of a very poetic stranger. He said I was looking at it all wrong. He said I came from the Theodore Roethke school of morning.
Since then I have nurtured my nature. I keep my mornings quiet and unscheduled. I practice mindfulness, and gently wait for my consciousness to fully return.