It’s o’dark-thirty here at home, and the world around me is just beginning to wake up. On my rural road no street lights shine, no porch lights peer from across the field. Even the easterly glow of Seattle from across the Sound is cloaked by the heavy rains and low cloud ceiling. Tree trunks and shrubby shapes appear when approaching high beams lead the way for speeding commuters, no doubt late for their ferry and/or espresso fix. As quickly as the light appears, it fades, along with the splashing sound of tires on the wet pavement. A clogged gutter spills over. The sputtering cascade of water acknowledges the accuracy of today’s weather forecast with each splash to the growing puddle below. My bulldog Boz snores at my feet and twitches from his dreams of hot pursuit. Gracie, his mate, does likewise, just upstairs in the warmth of my (make that her) down comforter. The furnace kicks on to warm the house and hopefully my toes, while the coffeemaker spits steam as it tops off the carafe.
It’s morning at my house, and morning has always been a friendly presence in my life. As an early riser, I love the quiet and the darkness and the promise of coming light. I love the world at peace and the intermittent rustling of the day before it takes itself too seriously. So join me for a cup of coffee, and let me be the first to wish you a good morning and a fine day. And if you’re not a morning person, please accept my apology (in a whisper) and I’ll check back with you later.
Oh, thank you for that lovely morning. Unfortunately, my kids get up too early for me to enjoy it much!
Tom, you write beautifully. You must have written some short stories or even a book in your life before the Island. And yes, I rise early, before dawn. A good time to get your mind focused on the day.
10 am — hey, Tom, just got up ! Sounds pretty cozy over there. Have a great day ! Love, Brooks
yes, i’m an early riser too…and a morning worker. it always feels ‘too late’ to start a project if it’s afternoon.
the sun rises in my big front window and there is nothing i like more than to sit with my cup of tea and watch it come up. Until now, as an empty-nester, it’s been alone. But as of Monday, I’ll be starting my days with a new puppy!
enjoy your weekend….
Ahhh, I loved this! Like you my sweet friend, Miffala is up in the quiet hours enjoying the solitude. Now, I’ll raise my tea cup and smile while I celebrate you…xoxoxo
Gorgeous photo, gorgeous vision of morning.
I am definitely a morning person…….hubby, not so much so. And that is fine with me–more quiet and “stillness” for me to relish!
Have a great weekend
Encapsulating the misty November morn.
I’m right there with you on this one, as you know!
Us morning folk need to stick together, Tom.
I’m wrapped in an old Hudson’s Bay blanket waiting for coffee also as I tap on my Mac. The dogs were abrieviated in their outside wander this morning, wanting a real walk rather than a heel to the rear end. Last night’s foray into shortbread doesn’t look like a success in daylight. Perhaps with a bit of good chocolate dribbled on top the Scottie Dogs will be edible to today’s seminar guests. I hope you have a wonderful day. Your writing has inspired me to go out and make the best of it.
If I didn’t already enjoy morning, your post would have converted me. I tip my strong cup of coffee in your direction!
Even slow risers like me find this a delightful start to my day. Thanks, Tom!
You just described my favorite kind of morning — especially when it’s rainy or snowy. Just give me coffee, hot oatmeal, and a newspaper.
Wish I could just lazily click ‘Like’. Just learned that one word is not enough to confirm I am not a spammer.