Friday, March 6, 2015
Daybreak- my version of it
I would love to say that I am a morning person. There is something about morning that I found alluring. I find the quiet, peaceful daybreak- a reminder that every day is a fresh start, an opportunity to take the time to add something different and meaningful into your 24. But when my alarm goes off, and I'm ashamed to say at 7 o'clock, I cringed at the thought of disentangling my body beneath my grey, heaven-like comforter and feel the numbing, winter air. -- as if I sleep outside!-- So I usually stay beneath the sheets- distinctly separated from the new day.
Luckily, today on our 12th snow day, I was able to sleep in until the harsh sounds of bathroom desperation, barking seeped through the walls from the next bedroom. There is still morning light left. Still a reminder of the new day. And still time to delight in the future soon upon us.
I think Murphy likes the morning sun as well and appreciates my efforts to let him enjoy it.