Lauds

[lhexan]

Today resembles yesterday: years past still cling. I awake as though not yet human into a cold moment, my friends the morning dew on my coat, soon to be shaken off. Telling myself that today I will be less untrue, I slowly prepare stiff limbs for a day of things I will not say. The light now dawning to my eyes gives reminder of how far I have gone afield, and how much ground remains to be covered before I can again deserve rest. An eternity has created the day before me, and the day will create a new eternity. Be they the shine in my fur, my friends will await my return, my next night; but for now I am not for them.