I love the quiet time on a weekend morning. the smell of coffee brewing. the low sounds of two neighborhood owls talking. back and forth. the occasional dog calling in the distance. just me with my thoughts. sometimes racing. but this morning. a gentle hum of things to do today. the week ahead. the days past.
the morning is cool. so I sit. socks on. warm coffee in hand. a touch of cinnamon in the air. and think.
'I love early mornings when it feels like the rest of the world is still fast asleep and you're the only one who's awake and everything feels like it isn't really real and you kind of forget about all your problems because for now it's just you, the world and the sunrise.'
Sunday, September 14, 2014
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