Yesterday I filled my flask with the sunrise.  I crammed silhouettes of trees and power lines inside too.  A few stray birds and contrails got swept up inside as well the first camellia bloom of the year.  A clutch of skimmia berries sneaked in too, followed by a previously undiscovered footpath and the sound of the stream in spate, gambolling along beside me.  Today I fill my flask with wakefulness.  I add a small measure of ready-to-face the world.  Then I screw the lid on tight, gaze at it for a while and take myself back to bed for the day.