Just 24 Simple Hours

I wake without an alarm clock. Stand up from the bed and walk to the window pulling the drapes back to check out the new day. Looking up first to the sky that is such a clear blue that it seems to have been painted, slowly looking to the left to see the sun rising about the lush jungle covered mountains finally looking down on the pool and the and the lounge chairs all in line almost as if waiting for inspection.



I wake with to a fuzzy alarm; stand up from the bed walk to the window pulling the blinds up to check out the new day. Looking up first to the sky that is a blanket of clouds that has no end and no beginning, then slowly looking to the left to see if the rising sun is visible over the snow capped mountains, finally looking down on the back yards of the neighbors, a patchwork of lives some with children, some without.

Oh the difference 24 hours and a few thousand miles can make.