To Saturday Mornings

To Saturday mornings, wisps of cool air pressed softly against my skin. 

The sign that soon Summer will overtake us, a promise of peace and calm rising before all others are up.

Even the sun lies in slumber saturated with silent dreams and visions unknowing of what the day may bring.

Saturday you are my rock, my hope, my goal. 

All I wish now is to sleep with the sun and awake after 5:45 am. 



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