Before the sun lifted its face from the river, I was already awake, listening to the day breathe - the low cough of trucks on the road, a bird testing one clear note, my own bones answering the cold. There are mornings when the world expects panic. I give it attention instead.
To feel envy is human, to savor schadenfreude is diabolic. - Arthur Schopenhauer The ladder caught my eye first, leaning careless on an apple limb old enough to have its own opinions.