One day
One day, no ordinary day, I woke up, like a crowing rooster, with hope like eights against the world, that this day would be a crowing day.
Morning time always has a heavy swing. Without a doubt and for hope. Did you get up.
To a morning that you didn't know would happen. When it just poured down outside. then a light of hope was seen.
That inner voice that said it would happen today. You had no idea what it was going to be.
Every now and then failing one's own ego at the table. Now there was a calm that could remain.
By Fredrik King
