Yesterday morning I stood in the cold and dark and waited for the tram that would take to work. I shivered, insufficiently warmed by four layers of clothing. I looked up and saw a sky filled with stars. Stars – in the morning!
Morning had broken me.
Today I was up early, running. I heard a sound; birdsong! I ran past shrubs in bud.
Winter will end.
This morning morning mended me.