I've said before that I'm not really a morning person.
I tell you, early morning is really not my best time of day. In fact when I was at college (where meal times had a particular finish time) I was able to get up, dress, go down to the dining room, make and eat breakfast, carry on conversations with the others at my table, then return to my room and go back to sleep with no recollection of the topics of conversation and the only clues to the fact that I had been fed being the fact I was dressed, I had a foggy recollection of stuff happening, and I wasn't starving hungry.
Earlier this week my Beloved was still on holidays and didn't have to get up at a ridiculous hour to be ready to go to work for an early start. I was starting to get used to this, but, alas, sometimes my body has a way to get me up and about very early in the morning that simply cannot be denied. It's okay, though, because I can do what I need to do and go back to sleep, because I'm hardly awake.
Except I can't always use my powers of higher reason. They don't switch on until about a couple of hours after I'm vertical.
So when there was this other-wordly golden light around the room I had a little bit of processing time to work out that:
1. It was not another dust storm;
2. It was not the end of the world.
I don't know if you knew this, but the sky is really pretty just as the sun is about to climb up into the sky.
And the chance that I stayed up to absorb the beauty of the new morning?
... What do you think?
Making sense of today
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