In the morning
I get this shot of joy
It lasts for about a half an hour
And then fades.
I know what it is:
It's the light.
I live in a cave.
No windows in my office.
The sun goes down before I go home.
It's only in the mornings that I see the sun.
I need a vista
I need golden light
I talk about sunlight on leaves
And people think it's just something I like.
It really isn't!
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