The Moment of Risen

Since your sober bedtime, you have had rest enough to take off the pressure of yesterday's fatigue. The moment of rising belongs to another period of time and appears so distant that the plunge out of a warm bed into the frosty air cannot yet be anticipated with dismay. Hitherto you have lain perfectly still because the slightest motion would dissipate the fragments of your slumber. Now being irrevocably awake, you peep through the half drawn window curtain and observe that the glass is ornamental with fanciful devices in frostwork. Each pane presents something like a frozen dream. Oh that he would fall asleep and let mortals live on without growing older.