the heat of a summer morning. what do you think about in the morning? do you clear your mind of the dreams from your sleep? or think about the day ahead and what you must accomplish? are your thoughts more mundane than that, perhaps about how the coffee tastes or how blue the sky is or why is the dog smelling that particular blade of grass?
do you ever wonder why? why you think about what you do at any given moment? are your thoughts just forming themselves, a little foggy at the bottom, but with the light of clarity seeping in at the top?