I was not a morning person until I retired. Now, Mylo has me up at 5 a.m. or before. He is a morning dog for a few minutes until he stretches beside me for a morning nap. Morning is a good time for clear thoughts. Perspective is keen. Hope is at its zenith.

Morning brings a clean slate. The chalkboard has been erased and washed. New chalk in the tray. The darkness of the night is illuminated. Ghosts we saw in the shadows evaporate. Night worries have become day plans. Peace comes easy in the morning. Quietly and serene with no bluster. We can do what needs to be done. We can succeed. No one will hold us back.

Unease is on our horizon. The feeling of misstep is with us. Good hard hard-working people are losing their jobs for no reason. People whose skills are needed. Important work is looked at with no pity. Seniors are being hurt. The world’s economy is experiencing an earthquake, and we are the recipients of the shaking. Our leaders promise that we are taxing other countries and that we will get rich from the proceeds. Our leaders are taxing us with massive increases in the price of groceries and automobiles…all consumer goods. We need a little Good Morning.

The outcry of the rich is a massive call. ‘Do not hurt my money,’ Rich proclaim! ‘If you want to be re-elected, stop the madness,’ Rich promises.

We awaken from a nightmare. We rub our burning eyes and wonder if it was a dream…or a terrible reality…