My favorite morning.
As the steam rises out the top of my Bialetti I know the coffee is ready. I slowly pour it into my favorite mug, grab a cookie out of the deep freeze, head down the stairs, pick up an unread National Geographic and head out onto the deck plopping myself into my oh so comfy lounger.
It’s 7:05 now and I can see the sun starting to peak out above the tops of buildings. Breaking through but not yet. Still only a radiant orange heralding the scorching day to come. As I look out I hear the quiet sounds of morning. The fountain starting up. One bird call, then another, then another. The breeze rustling the palm fronds. The cacophony of birds increases, the sounds grow louder, busier, more dissonant.
It seems everything and everyone is at the starting line, with places to go and a day to organize. But not yet. Not now. In this moment – just me, the birds, and the solitary neighborhood cat on my lap. All enjoying the peaceful bliss of a quiet morning before the day sets off. It doesn’t last long. It never does. Sure enough …
Ping. 1 new message. Pribing pribing. 3 new notifications. “Dad, have you seen my cleats?” Today’s headlines on the BBC … “Alex is a taxi on the way?” … and so starts another day.
My beautiful Sunday morning, I enjoyed you while I could.
Till next Sunday.
March 11, 2018 at 4:49 pm
Sounds like you grabbed a few minutes- never long enough (but 7:05 is later than school mornings). I hope you found some more quiet space in your Sunday. I loved the image of everything just being at the starting line waiting.
March 11, 2018 at 5:55 pm
This is what I was thinking: He eats COOKIES on Sunday mornings with his coffee! Maybe I should try that …
March 11, 2018 at 6:06 pm
Breakfast of champions I tell you!
March 12, 2018 at 12:01 am
Well, at least you had a little time to appreciate Sunday morning. I also have a cookie with my coffee in the morning. A cookie a day keeps the grumpies away is what I always say.