The the effulgence of the rising sun lands upon my countenance, as the light touches my face, and my limbs bask in its warmth. Only on the early morning can I feel such tranquil in my soul, when the noise soothes my ears, and when my sight readily looks upon the rays of dawn.
Maybe the morning exists to be our beacon of hope in such miserable days. Of which can only be seen when we let go of resentment clouding our eyes, despite our being flawed, as the human beings we are.
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"Ah, nothing like a good cup of coffee to get ready for such a detestful day." A young man blows on a hot cup of coffee. As he approached to open the door to get some fresh air, the perfectly sunny morning has turned into a blizzard of hail and snow. He immediately shut the door.
*Knock knock knock!*
"Who the hell?" The unfortunate and now more-than-grumpy man, opened the door.
"Uh, hello, I'd like to ask if you're so kind to let me in for the night-" A young man, carrying nothing more than paper and a quill, held up a small bag of coins.
"No." He shut the door. Who's stupid enough to brave the weather? Then again, it was just sunny a while ago after all. Still, he doesn't have enough good in his heart to become that person, or any person's good Samaritan. His house was just enough to fit him, and only him. No one else.
"Please? Sir?? I was just writing an ode about the gentle rays of such a fine morning, yet alas!" He knocked once again, "I can offer compensation!"
"There are bigger houses in the distance. There ain't nothing to rob here."
"I'm a bard, not a thief!" He retorted. "Sir! Please! I-I can write a poem about your... er, important someone? SIR PLEASE, I'M FREEZING!"
"Nope. Goodbye."
"NO... SIR... COME BACK!!!" And so the young man stayed there, slumped against the door, freezing. 'I knew I should have went for a bigger house,' he spat on the ground.
Then he lay there, listless, staring at the mist of hail and snow, with no other thing in sight, except an endless sea of white. He sighed, laid on his back, and closed his eyes.
The door suddenly opened, and the man inside hollered, "You can sleep on the floor."
The bard smiled.
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