Wednesday, March 21, 2012
There is something so beautiful about the first light of a spring morning. It's softer, lighter, and almost politely creeps in through the windows and blinds in my room at the slowest of paces. This morning light shows the dust and fuzz dancing in the air, circling around my room even without the rotating turn of my ceiling fan. This light is full of a days worth of potential, completely still, but encouraging me to get up and take on the day.
Summer is quickly approaching, and along with it, the sun comes earlier. I no longer have to stumble through the darkness begging my eyelids to stay open. It makes the roll out of bed to put on a pot of coffee a little easier. And it certainly makes my walk to the gym much more pleasant, almost allowing me to forget about the upcoming task.
I wish I could bottle this light, and the feeling it shares with me. I'd use it when my to do list feels overwhelming and I need a breath, when paying bills squeezes my chest just a little too tight, and when the homesick feeling of being so far from friends and family is just too real to ignore.
For now, I'll set my alarm a little earlier, and enjoy the few extra minutes laying in this light, still cozy in my blankets, welcoming the day.