I awaken to our own un-traveled time.
Machinery hums Eliana cries and rolls over.
As I move the refuse to the curb the earth sparkles in
the early morning light.
My nostrils try to stop the cold, my breath tries to
freeze.
My warm coverings help keep the cold at bay.
The celebration begins anew.
I am, I see
Hello
Words & Graphics by Tomas