Early Mornings #BarWoWe

It’s the time of the day when everyone else is still asleep. When all I can see outside the window is the silhouette of the trees swaying gently in the breeze. The cats wander quietly, yearning for me to scratch their ears. I walk around the house trying to keep things quiet. The floorboards creak occasionally. Slowly, as the sky turns from a deep black to a dark blue, the birds begin their cacophony.  In spite of the bed that beckons me back to its bosom, I persist with my tasks. My movements are like clockwork.

I gulp down my coffee staring at the changing hues of the sky. Some days it’s a clear light blue; on other days it can be peppered with fluffy white clouds. The change brings with it a sense of promise. The promise of a day about to begin. The promise of events un-experienced. The promise of a clean slate. The promise of ticking off things-to-do. The promise of smiles, of laughter, of chatter. The promise of a good book or beautiful words.

As the cats rub themselves against my black tights, I feel a sense of hope at the start of a brand new day. I may be rushing. I may be running late. But it’s a brand new day and at 5:30 a.m, it has just begun. There is so much more to be done.

Henry David Thoreau made a lot of sense when he said “Cultivate the habit of early rising. It is unwise to keep the head long on a level with the feet.”

Are you a morning person?

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Until next time,

Cheers!!!