mornings are the best time of day.
wait, did i just write that?
let's review this statement. or rather, explain this statement.
mornings give time for quiet, cool breezes, privacy in one's own home. the sun fills in slowly, bright, welcoming at a parallel to the windows, seeping in under swaying vertical blinds.
hot coffee topped with soy milk fills a mug, the only time of day for this, and what pleasure from this one cup. two cups. these cups of coffee.
the only sounds are keyboards clicking, birds chirping, cars rolling by, and the silence of great possibility for the day. this is, i believe, what i find most incredible about the morning: it's the beginning of the new day, it's the clean slate, ready to be filled with anything and everything one could want or imagine. prayer is so much louder in the morning, there is so much hope for the moments that lay ahead.
i miss these leisurely mornings on days i have to be out early, i will miss them even more in the weeks to come. the quiet, potent memories will remain.