Good morning!
It’s Tuesday in our quiet week. How about a poem by Billy Collins? It’s called, fittingly, Morning.
“Why do we bother with the rest of the day,
the swale of the afternoon,
the sudden dip into evening,then night with his notorious perfumes,
his many-pointed stars?This is the best—
throwing off the light covers,
feet on the cold floor,
and buzzing a…