If there was a skill or trait I could innately possess it would be the ability to wake early with alertness. But as it stands, I am not a morning person. My general routine consists of: alarm, unconsciously hit snooze, 2nd alarm, semi-consciously hit snooze, 3rd alarm, slightly coherently turn alarm off while remaining horizontal, find consciousness, daydream, imagine, write stories in my head, daydream some more, sit up with eyes still closed, one eye opens, other eye stays shut for at least 10 minutes, two eyes open, feet on floor, stretch my achin’ bones, and finally … up.
On the off chance, however, that I have to get up for an appointment, or if my insomnia kicks in and I happen to randomly wake at 4 a.m., I always find myself happy to be awake when dawn breaks. It’s a glorious time of day. It’s as though Earth yawns, and if you’re lucky enough to witness it, you get to bathe in its golden breath. Yes, I envy morning people.
Today was one of those days where I happened to rise with the sun. I made my way gingerly down the stairs and to the kitchen sink, quietly poured a glass of water and opened the windows. And what I saw–was Morning. Dancing in my garden, teasing the delphinium, bathing the salvia, kissing the oregano.
I should like to be friends with her, that Morning. She is quite the light-winged fairy.
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