It's Saturday. My day off. The day I usually get to sleep in. Even so, I saw the other half of 6 am come and go. My dog wasn't even up yet. Good grief.
Ah well. Even though I would love to sleep in, I have to admit I really enjoy the early morning time. It's quiet out. Everyone is still sleeping around the neighborhood, so you really feel like the only person in the world. The earth smells fresh, the coffee is strong, and your mind goes still. Mornings in the summer time are the best, for the simple fact that it's cool outside, almost a perfect temperature, like the world is taking a breath and asking forgiveness before the heat of the day hits you. You have to love the south.
And afterwards, in the afternoon, you can take a nap on the couch, without feeling guilty, because you DID get up rather early after all.
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