When I opened my eyes this morning, it was nearly six. *sigh* I know a lot of people love to sleep in. They stay in bed, feel pampered, rested, happy.
I hate it when I accidentally sleep in. I feel as if I missed something. The world is doing and being and happening, and I miss it all.
I don’t get as much written or accomplished, and I feel kind of pfffffft.
So today when I finally open my eyes at just before six, I’m more than just a little disappointed. After dragging a comb through my hair, I stumble downstairs.
And, oh! A great surprise!
The sun isn’t quite over the horizon, so the world is still a little shadowy, all the colors sweet and muted and absolutely gorgeous. The temperature is 59 degrees. Wish-I-could-bottle-it-and-keep-it weather.
Makes me want to sing opera. 🙂 Or at least The Sound of Music. (Think Julie Andrews spinning on her mountain.)
The music is birdsong. We have a mockingbird who likes to go through his repertoire of songs. I’m not sure which bird the rest of the music is coming from, but I’m grooving on it. 🙂
I love mornings!
David must have just experienced mornings just like this one, because he put what I’m feeling into words.
1 Praise the Lord, my soul. Lord my God, you are very great; you are clothed with splendor and majesty. 2 The Lord wraps himself in light as with a garment; he stretches out the heavens like a tent 3and lays the beams of his upper chambers on their waters. He makes the clouds his chariot and rides on the wings of the wind. 4 He makes winds his messengers,flames of fire his servants. 5 He set the earth on its foundations; it can never be moved. Psalm 104 NIV
