Call and response.
The sound of me responding to the early morning alarm.
Dreams interrupted.
Darkness greeting me.
The dog ready to go (only to be asleep again in half an hour).
I love the productivity of mornings but not the whip of the alarm.
I dread that time of the year when the days turn, when light comes later, when the days are shortened.
Bring back the height of summer.
Go away fall.
Or at least let me sleep in a bit.
