It is a dark and silent morning. Occasionally, the wind will howl, blowing the chimes, slipping through tiny cracks in the little log house. It is the time between the critters changing – those who have spent the night hours hunting and feeding and restless wanderings and those who will be doing the same during the daylight.
The mountains are but darkling shadows against a charcoal sky.
My coffee cup is empty.
I am sitting here, in this early morning thinking of all of you. Those of you who stop by and comment, or stop by and read, or slip by quickly. I am wondering where you all are right now and if you are sleeping or if you are awake.
There is beauty in a sleepiness. Tousled head. Glazey eyes. Slippers on the feet. Coffee taste on tongue.
This morning, I send a "Good Morning; Good Day" to you. Use it well. Use it wisely. If your day is ending and night time is coming, then spend a moment remembering something good about the day. Sometimes we need to do this; we need to remember moments.
Right now my moment is this early morning, waiting for a sunrise I know will cause my breath to catch.