Stirring at dawn, I pull the down comforter over my shoulder; slipping out of bed, feet search for slippers to pad to the kitchen. Steaming coffee and crisp morning air nudge me into the day. Time of transition - night to day, slumber to motion, summer to fall, ying to yang and back again.
2 comments:
beautifully written post and a lovely photo to go with it...R
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