The sun is already high in the sky, dancing on the water. I’ve got the windows open. Birds singing. Motor boats purring. Early birds looking for worms. Early fishermen looking for bass. Tom Waits playing in my playlist. Last night was the first night of the year that I’ve slept with the windows open. Spring has sprung, in spite of last week’s snowfall. Summer is on the way. I love this time of year. Like a bear I wake and shake off the long winter slumber. I feel it in my body. The call to wake at 5 am, 90 minutes before Blake Shelton reminds me it’s time to get up now. Every morning I ask Alexa to cancel the alarm before it happens. I crave that extra space, alone in the magic time of morning. I make lists. I listen to music and the teachings of Abraham. I feel energised and inspired. I search for the better parts of my former self. That girl who used to write for the fun of it, the pure joy of feeling her fingers glide across the keyboard, creating the sentences as fast as she could think of them. I’m done wondering what happened to her. I KNOW what happened. Enough looking backward, enough questioning why, enough lessons learned, enough of THAT! I have missed that part of me long enough, it’s enough. I wake and shake off my long slumber.
Drinking: coffee, black
Listening To: A Good Man is Hard to Find, Tom Waits
Hair: pulled back in a ponytail