I awoke at 5:30 to fine the sun gently caressing my bare cheek. My husband lay asleep wrapped in blankets shielded from the crisp air. I begin my day as any other day; a cup of chai and kisses from my kitty. As I make my way through the house, floor boards creaking under foot, kettle begining to whistle atop the gas burner, I begin to pray. For my husband, my family, for our future. What is to come? What is to go? Wafting my flax seed oatmeal I inhale the sweet aroma of cactus honey. The sun is just peering through the layers of clouds and window panes. Earnestly making it's way to my window. Eager to reach my vase of tulips illuminating them as if they were to explode. Bringing warmth to my eyes. It is a good day.
Friday, May 6, 2011
The Morning Sun
I awoke at 5:30 to fine the sun gently caressing my bare cheek. My husband lay asleep wrapped in blankets shielded from the crisp air. I begin my day as any other day; a cup of chai and kisses from my kitty. As I make my way through the house, floor boards creaking under foot, kettle begining to whistle atop the gas burner, I begin to pray. For my husband, my family, for our future. What is to come? What is to go? Wafting my flax seed oatmeal I inhale the sweet aroma of cactus honey. The sun is just peering through the layers of clouds and window panes. Earnestly making it's way to my window. Eager to reach my vase of tulips illuminating them as if they were to explode. Bringing warmth to my eyes. It is a good day.
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