“Thoughts are slow and deep and golden in the morning.”
I need mornings to begin softly. I need an easiness that lets me rest a little longer while people are rushing to work and the sun is insisting we rush too. I need those first sips of coffee that reassure me the day will unravel in a gentle way.
The break of day is a lovely time to be an underachiever. A time to sit with my thoughts out of focus until they gradually form into clarity. A time to relish those first kisses from a bedhead-ed baby in a bathrobe- "just a little kiss, not a big kiss." A time to shirk responsibility and sink into couch, read a few blogs, or just be still.
I could do nothing at all today or five hundred things. Both thoughts are comforting and full of hope when they're seen through the clean, early light.
I have never called myself a morning person. But maybe I should. New things are always beautiful.