Gleaming Sun - Forging Song

Head turned east, sunflower self, every first morning, every first day. I'm no good at resolutions. Too easy to forget, even easier to want to. I'm no good at conjuring the words that will build me a finish line, or at mustering the will to run towards it. But this, the hoping, the breezes at the birth of dawn, the slow color change, the gazing at the horizon: i love it. Waiting, at least, I'm…