Friday Morning

The shades are down in the hospital wing; the bird is on the roof top; the trees are still and the sky is a soft blue. The worker cars are parked on my side this morning The tarmac is wet. It is Friday morning and a soft grey sky is soft and light and the trees are still, no movement at all. It is early, a Friday morning and the little bird is keeping watch on the roof top across the way. I have one eye open. I am really not awake but getting there slowly. There is a variety of color in the cars and trucks parked outside my window. No two alike. One truck and four sedans I can see from the window. All is silent. Not even the trees have movement this morning. I have no new news this morning. I am really not all the way awake yet and have no desire to rush this morning. I see a new 'celery green; car driving in, not bad looking, different. I am going out to my kitchen, fill my coffee cup, sit and watch the news ...feet up...no rush....it is Friday morning, a weekend coming up and I wonder what is in store for us. Go....have yourself a good day all day doing what you want to do. Make it something fun and relax. Be good, be kind, be gentle, be YOU. Hugs to all.