I walked to a cafe this morning to meet some friends of mine for breakfast. On my walk I realized how much I love the morning... the dew on the grass, watching the little birdies get their early worms, and the stillness and quietness that's in the air. I think I love waking up so early because I can hear myself think so well. I've always been teased about my sleeping habits... I can shamelessly say my sweet Gram goes to bed later than I do most nights. One I love dearly always teases me that I literally rise and fall with the sun, which now makes me smile. I like waking up and bonding with it on my way to work, or sitting with it as I plan out what I want to do with my day.
When I lived back at home, I would wake up and head down to the basement where I would find Gram drinking her coffee and watching the animals outside. Sometimes I would join her, or just watch her while she watched them. I was never sure why I loved sitting in that silence so much...but now, I do. The calmness and stillness is so inviting that I let myself sit in it as long as it lasts--for when the sun rises, it's off to the business of life that others are so quick to rush in to. My mornings are like the calm before the storm. I'll willingly loose some sleep so that I can enjoy that calm; perhaps you could too.
snapshots from the cafe----
love you e,
love, t.
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