It's early in the morning, and though I'm half-dazed, there seems to be worth wherever one cares to look. The sun shines gently into my eyes, and for a moment I consider moving, but quickly conclude that there is no shade to be found. The initial frustration gives way to a sense of wonder and contentment. My eyes fix upon the ground, my mind faraway in thought. Soon, the ground is invaded by a group of people engaged in pleasant conversation. Initially sadenned, I realize it is not so bad. My focus shifts from the ground to them. I don't register precisely what they're saying, but the tone is so affable that I can't help but feel a part of it. I smile as though I've reminded myself of something funny, and things don't seem so bad.

But later, much later, when it is dark outside, I cannot remember whether any of this happened. "Was it really this morning?", I ask myself with genuine surprise. I don't wish for my thoughts to drift away, but they do so on their own accord. There is a slight tinge of sadness, but somehow I know they will be back tomorrow.