I woke up early this morning… well, seven minutes before my 6:36AM alarm, early. The wind was whipping hard against my bedroom window making it rattle and gusts were fighting their way through the crack I leave open for fresh air. It was powerful enough but by the time it made its way into my bedroom it had opened up and only gently touched my face and cooled it much more than the way my body was feeling buried under my heavy down duvet.
I didn’t really want to get up but when CBC engaged at the same time it does every morning, I started to feel like this precious moment of deep and protective warmth in my cozy bed, with the graceful wind in my room, was limited and I wished it wasn’t. Marshall & Otis started to stir for when they hear CBC they know that breakfast is coming soon.
The sky was really pretty around that time. Just over my street was this giant puff of heavy, light grey cloud. It was light enough though that the colours of a sun rising soaked and turned it a beautiful kind of wisteria purple. That cloud has moved now as I’m typing this and the wisps over my street are a soft white because the sun is higher in the sky.
If I look to the right I can see a patch of blue sky. I feel like I haven’t seen that colour above my head in a very long time and it’s lovely.
That’s what I call a morning.
I like this a lot.