A missed opportunity

So, Thursday was meant to be a riding day. The late to bed and
interrupted sleep made rising, even to arrive at work promptly by car,
almost impossible. The morning sky was apple sharp, and without the
weight of any breeze. I could have been an arrow of the morn. Instead,
I looked on through tinted glass and rued my inability to rise as I
should have done. These opportunities are rare. Mustn’t miss them.