I’m wide awake, it’s morning

Daylight is moving across the frozen morning painting.

Immaculate white snow lay like a deep cover over the landscape,

as if Earth wishes to sleep a little longer, sleep until spring.

But the rising sun cast a blazing pink silhouette

on the bed of clouds in the sky.

And it so beautiful my eyes are wide open, I am awake.

I had bad dreams again. This time there was a fire and I had to gather all my belongings in a rush. I couldn’t decide what to save and what to let go of. And I remember thinking I should have organized boxes for the most important things.

You don’t need to be a psychoanalyst to understand how that translates to my life.

So maybe there is a lot on my mind.

But I’m not worried, I’m so well right now!

So happy, so ready!