There’s just something about morning light that quietly beguiles me. Less of a statement than the sunset, it exists low key and assured, making no fuss about offering up boundless possibility and the hope of the new. If we can stop to take it in that is. This is first morning in a while that hasn’t been dictated to by commitment or obligation. There was no jolt at the cry of an alarm, no whirring brain instantly picking back up on the thoughts I eventually dropped off to the night before. I’m about to wildly indulge in a gym session, followed by a haircut because this barnet has reached full mullet status, leaving me channeling the aesthetic of a dodgy 80’s pop star. I’m just about managing, I think, to juggle two jobs with the rest of my life but the considered balance has been lost. I’m well aware…
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