Lullaby

I like this part of the day, when the sun isn't quite over the mountains. The time of day when people are still sleeping and all the ideas aren't taken yet. When I can just let my mind wander to those ideas and come back with pages and pages of a story. The pages are stored in the old cookie tin from Scotland, it's not just stories but letters as well.  The pages are kept safe and like Pandora's box they escape slowly and all at once when opened and read.

I like this part of the day, when the sky fades from black to blue and the world is still asleep.