I’d like to believe that there will be more mornings like this. Heavens vacillating between cloudiness and rainfall, settling eventually for a overcast grey sky that appears sad but is not quite at all. Mornings soft and muted, quiet, the intrusive glare of sunlight never wrenching me out of this gentle respite. Mornings calm, at ease, as wonderful for running outside as staying in, good sweat, a dull, lovely drowsiness in my legs that have not hit the ground for a long time. Lazy breakfast, cornflakes and milk and two guilty cookies, house silent but still breathing with life. I know what loneliness feels like, and this isn’t it.