mornings

Mornings aren’t always slow and often not simple. Sometimes they’re about waking when it’s still dark and stepping out into the early light without breakfast en route to work. Sometimes the alarm is silenced, re-set and I awake with a start, disoriented, certain that I’m late. Other times there is no alarm, no clock within reach. I awake with only the pull of natural light and without obligation. These are some of my favourite mornings. Within seconds of opening my eyes, I play a game where I test myself to determine the time based on the amount of light in the room and how it falls. I’m nearly always right, within minutes even, and it makes me giddy. Still other times, the cat settles on my chest and we cocoon, me reluctant to move her, but knowing that schedule must dictate the day. And there are weekends when there’s time to linger over tea, to read in bed and to cook breakfast before morning becomes noon.

Mornings feel like all of this: abrupt, leisurely, tired, restorative, contemplative, lazy and productive …

rise and shine

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soya-chai-latte

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coffee-mugs

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