The bears got it

I am no longer a night person, but a person of morning, mourning...(how many times has that been done)

...and each time I get up in these mornings (like this morning) I feel a re-birth, except, a re-birth cannot happen more than twice a week, thrice for me! It is unnatural.

Also,

I pretend I don't want the cold weather to come ('coz I always liked a good patch of warm sunlight on my neck) but now I welcome you Cold, like the bears nestled up in the caves for a winter.

I am tickled good, stretching more, laying low, selling my clothes, for another re-birth, one that stands still, like a shell from the beach never wanting to go back to the ocean, in slow motion, making his way up the sandy, impossible hill.