The morning was filled with a blooming bubbling excitement

The morning was dotted with star-crossed memories

The morning was spilling and pouring out of my cup

The morning dragged itself to a quiet demise

The morning creaked, groaned, and ached through a long goodbye

The morning was a stuttering dead engine

The morning glowed with an overwhelming radiance that consumed my soul

The morning breathed new life through every noisy vent in my house

The morning was dampened with an ever-thickening mist