|me + doodles on my page of church notes|
I wake to the subtle silence of every room cloaked in a thin darkness. The sun is nearly finished rising. My nose is cold; my fingers frozen. Papers lay on my nightstand and floors. I force myself to get out of bed -- out into the cool air from under the warmth of my blankets. Good morning, monday.
Later, I find myself braving the cold yet another time as my feet -- dressed in pink socks -- venture out the door. December air greets me. My legs carry me down the driveway with one destination in mind: the mailbox. Four letters tucked under my arm, rocks crunch under my shoes. My numb fingers slide the letters into the mailbox, pushing the little red plastic flag up before practically running back to the door. Before I leave, though, I take a moment to breathe in the beauty of the morning landscape. I realize we both have a thing in common: we're bracing ourselves for the snowy winter storms soon to come.
How was your morning, dear reader?