And as I sit here with my morning wine and cheer. I do not shy away from fear. The coming sun and the troubles that dangle from each extended ray. Waiting for the unawares, waiting to make them pay. As peaceful sleep sails away with dwindling moon. Reality of life sounds the morning bugle and awakens our mind at morning revelry. Now attentive we care not what seeks to hinder us, only what we must do to persevere.