What luck to have the sun on our side, here in the little apple. As I embrace the extended winter I've granted myself by traveling to the Southern Hemisphere next month, I realize these are the most reflective days I could ask for. Mornings happen at different times, everywhere. By the way.
The windows feel thinner, as I sit alone in this house. Day Six at the Shire, I am at home. This morning I went to the highest point in my small town. I sat there and read Lord of the Rings outloud to Manhattan, and as I drank my chocolate milk and saw my ankles turn pink...I realized the 'edge' is just a fine place to be. It births decisions and contradictions.
I bought myself 27 baby roses last night. They woke me up this morning with open arms. I'm off to 'Restorative Yoga'.
I've loved each new day, differently. Waking up before the sunrise to make oatmeal for my parents. A puppy stretching outside, so he can jump SUPER high during the 15 seconds it takes us to get from the house to the car. Now, at my mom's office - where I grew up.
I wonder what the mornings are like in New Zealand...
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