Greeting the Morning

A bracing chill floats in the breeze at my back, while the morning sun strives to envelope me in warmth. I greet the morning in all its mystery and potential, and step forward to own the day. An adventure... definitely. A comedy of errors... often. Vintage me... always.
I've already tried not being me. It doesn't work very well. Go figure.
I've tried both qualifying who I am and faking authenticity. To no avail.
I've hidden in the background, pushed my way to the front, painted a smile on, danced till they cheered. You wouldn't believe the crap I've put up with. All in the name of...
Oh geez, I forgot.
Damn.
And then one brisk morning, too exhausted by my own circumlocutions to be other than me, I did a double take in the rear view mirror and decided that this might be someone worth getting to know. A thousand generations of witnesses rose to their feet and applauded and stomped and roared in enthusiastic tribute.
I love the morning.