In the Stillness of Morning
Now that I am retired (still getting used to that) I’ve started the habit of waking up early-ish to make a cup of coffee and go out on the patio to enjoy. To look around at the still, quiet morning – see the sky, look at the flowers and plants in my backyard, to close my eyes and listen to…nothing. And I must be done before exactly 7:45am as that is when the sun peaks out over my neighbor’s roof as it rises in the morning sky to start the day and goes into my eyes. But the time before that sun fully rises is like magic. Where I currently dwell in Thailand is very quiet except for the occasional bird chirping. The air is generally cool in the morning, too. Unlike the Californian suburb where I used to live – with cars driving by, people powerwalking on their morning jogs or exercising the in the park that was in front of my house, or even the occasional airplane soaring in the sky on its way to LAX. Now granted, growing up this way I always considered ...