I could have slept in this morning, but I find myself wide awake, and now on my second cup of coffee... just because it tastes so good. Also, it is a procrastination tool. I am thinking of all the things I could be/should be doing with this extra hour and a half... and maybe one of them will happen. Maybe not.
For now... this feels nice.
The decision came with a glance out the window... low light, sun yet to break. I have missed the gifts of the morning, the light. Donning shoes with laces, I decided it was time. All of those mornings I thought the sun was not rising? I was wrong. It was me, not rising to the occasion. And so this morning, worship music in my ear, I watched the light come.
Gradually, reaching. Golden sun, dressing dark leaves until they glittered green-gold, and streaking across the cold ground showing the way to full morning. Yes, I have missed this, these lovely gifts, this coming alive.