A perfect day

When night breaks to day a change hangs in the airIt's the perfect time to think, to see what's coming In time they awake, eat, talk, share, plan and break And the day gets noisy, feedback starts and for awhile it seems it won't settle But settle it does, it goes quiet, and in the lull I go for a run Back I come with a clear head, relax into a chair and work The day ends, in they come, all with a story to tell I tie up the loose ends, score the day, plan for tomorrow, close my browser - my factory - and open myself to distraction and interaction I produced, I didn't talk about it - I had no commute, no meetings, no office What a perfect day