To him whose elastic and vigorous thought keeps pace with the sun, the day is a perpetual morning. It matters not what the clocks say or the attitudes and labors of men. Morning is when I am awake and there is a dawn in me. Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Print (Opens in new window) Print Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Like this:Like Loading...
