The other day I did get my butt into gear – jumped in the shower and then bolted out the door to enjoy the morning. I’m so glad I did. A shower on my own. Brilliant. The golden colours of the sun rising. Heart warming. The bird songs. Joyful. The cold fresh air and stillness – just what I needed. I wandered. Meandered. Breathed in deeply. Watched. Listened. Enjoyed.
Some observations about the morning that I am usually too fast asleep to know… the birds start singing outside my bedroom window at four thirty a.m. and the street lights switch off at quarter past five.