summer mornings

Just sharing moments from these slow summer mornings that have been such a restorative time for me.

 I like the warmth of the sun on my feet as it pours through the window beside my bed.  The heat of sunlight, which eventually grows uncomfortably warm, is one of the two things which usually wake me. The other is less pleasant: the neighborhood's rampant overpopulation of wild roosters that have no sense of time whatsoever. Trouble in paradise...

I like the rich aroma of coffee when i squeeze the bag. Most mornings I drink cold coffee out of the fridge, but eventually I get around to brewing for the following day and squeezing the bag is the best moment.

I like to turn off the porch light and open up the front door. The night is over and a new day is here. If there is a breeze, it builds for a moment and sifts through the screen door at my heels as I walk away.

I like the fresh start of washing my face. Its like a baptism into the day- washing away what remains of the night. Its simple and refreshing- well, usually. The bathroom side of the house sits broad to the morning sun, so sometimes the water that sits in the pipes (exposed on the side of the house) comes rushing through the old fixtures much warmer than expected. Not always the refreshing splash I have in mind, but I try to think of it as a sort of hot springs effect...

Slow, warm, unhurried mornings have been a great blessing this summer. These are just a few of my morning moments.