A cool dusting of air,

softer than the breath

of sleeping children

brushed across my face.

A day full of hands

began preparing

the rising into day,

yawning yesterday off

with muscles only

partially rested.

Simple opening sounds

of doors and windows

blink a message

of people busily

moving into morning.

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