There is something about a sunrise. Early in the morning. It must be the light, but it seems cleansing and rejuvenating. Especially on a day free from plans. Nothing is needed. No desires and no one desires anything of you. The light, the freedom from and the freedom to. The hours ahead drip calming your head consciously.

These mornings fresh from sleep, a little drowsy, coffee in hand, before the world wakes up are the church where god is found. These minutes are void of those pesky minutia and memorandums that we so often live our lives by . Days like this are silent and still and I wait for the second coming: boredom.

But this boredom is nothing to scoff at. It is needed. It is the sky in which my mind soars. It is the sun which doesn’t burn us as we fly ever closer. It is space in which dreams are born and ideas are molded. Boredom is the topsoil that we plant our hopes in. For without boredom what are we but the mechanization of a narcissist?

Be bored and see what dreams come.