Before the World Wakes
Layers of Morning
In the Morning, with Patty and Blue
Freya’s Day – Friday, July 31, 2026
Moon Phase: Waning Gibbous (96% Illuminated)
I awoke, in the early morn’s false dawn.
I thought about this phrase as I made my way to the bathroom with a yawn.
I called softly,
“Hey Siri, what time is it?”
Then, took a moment to lament that my wonderful watch no longer works.
As that thought, floated away, I thought of what I wanted to do with the day.
I went through only part of my routine, just meds and water, if you please.
I padded back to bed. Snuggled up with my Big, Blue, Dog again.
I lay there listening to the soft sounds the building, nature, and city make.
I thought about putting on my hearing aids, but decided to let them lay.
I stretched, yawned, threw my arm around my dog.
“Blue! You’re a bed hog. Move it, buddy! Get over, let me have more than a sliver of the bed.”
“Moan… Groan…” was all he said.
Finally settled, I lay quiet as a stone, listening, filing sounds away to be thought about later while the worlds around me woke.
Life is made in layers, some do say.
I firmly believe it is that way.
I’ve done several major things in my life. Great jobs, great and terrible friends, lovers, almost husbands, abusers, and more.
Now, I no longer settle. This time it’s all or nothing. Can’t you see it? I’m 58 years old. This time I’m going for broke. I want what I want, and I want what I need. I want and need it with great speed.
I’m working as hard as I can to improve myself. I did it for me first, Blue and you second, and all the rest third.
I’m happy. Loved, gently cared for, liked, and hated too.
But right now, we’re talking about you.
Who, is you?
You are the chosen soldier.
*Reference*
Freya’s Day is the ancient Norse name for Friday, named in honor of the goddess Freya. I use the old day names as a small nod to history and mythology.
Blessid is an intentional archaic spelling of blessed, used in poetry and older English. I chose it for its rhythm, historical flavor, and the tone it lends to my writing.
When I sat down to write, I started out with one thought in mind. Then, as is the way of it for me I drifted off in another direction. I thought about going back to catch the original thread but decided I liked free-flow much better.
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