The second early morning in a row, that I’ve been up and out of bed and already sipped coffee #1 and it’s just 6am. but then this feels so familiar, this early morning burst of energy. So many early mornings I was out on the couch writing, in the darkness, leaving the bed to let you sleep, but often you turned and knew I was up and out. You followed me and extended your hand.
” Will you come back with me?”
“Of course.” and I left my computer on the couch, knowing I’d be back soon because I was up for the day, even though I would try to sleep more with you. But something would force me back and out when you were asleep again.
Early morning magic continues… I’ve come to embrace it…
Two great days of inspiration: Itzhak, the movie, and yesterday’s March for Our Lives… so much to digest and process and move forward with a plan… and there’s family time coming…
Early morning magic… soon I’ll be celebrating spring on my balcony as nature encloses us in the cocoon even if the Hudson hides away until the leaves fall. We can’t have it all.