It’s true that I just hate mornings. I hate the kind where you have to wake up, get out of bed and immediately do one or more of the following: think, speak, answer a question or 20, take a shower, start getting ready, work out, go somewhere, or hurry.
But some days, it’s just good to get up before the sun, brew some fresh coffee, and just …be.
Over the past few months, Finley has gotten it in her head that morning time is patio time. She could sit outside for HOURS in the morning. She and Madden used to sit out here together and chase bugs, watch birds and just be cats. I started joining them since Fin was loud enough to get me out of bed in the first place and I have to say, it’s very lovely.
Not the view. The view isn’t lovely, but the fresh, crisp morning air is and the time to just quietly exist and enjoy the morning is nice.