Sometimes in the morning, I just like to lie there. Pull the sheets up over my head. Watching the light come through in soft, muted tones. I want to bottle that golden, dewy goodness and carry it in my pocket. The whirring of the fan over my head. Just listen. Think. Wonder. In silence. Before my brain starts its marathon churning and turning ideas over and over and over. Just a minute or two. Listen. Think. Wonder. Then my day begins.Friday, June 22, 2007
Between the Sheets
Sometimes in the morning, I just like to lie there. Pull the sheets up over my head. Watching the light come through in soft, muted tones. I want to bottle that golden, dewy goodness and carry it in my pocket. The whirring of the fan over my head. Just listen. Think. Wonder. In silence. Before my brain starts its marathon churning and turning ideas over and over and over. Just a minute or two. Listen. Think. Wonder. Then my day begins.
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I like this post, and the morning's "golden, dewy light."
My problem is that I usually fall back asleep. :(
yes, yes. beautifully said. i love the morning moments too.
I USED to love those mornings, too (until I had babies!) Now my mornings start at 6:30 and are filled with bottles, binkys and Dora!
oh how sweet that is. what tops the cake for me is hearing soft rain outside my window. lovely post.
ah-ha! Now I know what you do after I leave in the morning...
Sometimes I'll think of lovely phrases of poetry between sleep and wake. Then when I wake up fully they seem to slip away--I love that time.
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