I've started what I call morning constitutions. Early morning walks. Before the cock crows, before the first pot of coffie is brewed, before the first yawn or moan of "oh no I have to get up" is breathed I leave my abode to venture into the everlasting twilight here. You see it never gets dark in the little town of Perry I call home. Oh no, there are far to many lights for night to ever come here. Rarely do I ever glimpse the stars here. Ironically the only stars I see are from the glittering of a broken bottle on the corner under a street lamp. I stop in my morning constitution to marvel at it's simplistic and over looked beauty. I smile then turn my gaze to the gray sky above me and frown....I wish they twinkled down at me instead of up at me. Shrugging I continue to my lovely Rosar Park, which from my morning visits, I have come to love. It's quiet here...I like when its quiet...no noisy barking dogs and on cold nights like this not even a cricket chirps here.....so peaceful. I hop up onto the highest swing because its the only swing in which my feet don't scrape the ground. It squeaks as I begin to rock back and forth to start my pendulum momentum. I swing higher and higher then go limp letting the momentum I've built up take its corse.....peaceful.....I love it here....where its quiet.....so nice....
