Fall Mornings

Dear Friend,

My favorite part about summer and fall are the nice, cool weekend mornings, away from the bustle of life. Windows open, air gently drifting through, soft light behind a blanket of clouds, the smell of rain in the air, leaves rustling, muted sounds of cars and people. Not all mornings are like this, of course, but today is.

There are crickets too, their chirps sounding like a steady buzz in the background. I’m not what you would call a morning person but I enjoy them greatly. A mug of hut tea or cold juice, the clearness of mind that is perfect for tackling tasks I’d rather not do. Sometimes I put my vinyls on, other times the radio, or nothing - to enjoy the stillness.

The sun wakes me up in the summer like a restless child who wants to play. I’m not always happy to be up between seven and eight but once awake, I am up for the day. Weekends are nicest when there are no plans.

Some Saturdays I go walking with a friend and I enjoy it greatly. They have had things crop up the last weeks, leaving me to my own devices - which is often helping sisters run errands. Today is Sunday and for a few short hours my world is at peace.

I wish my whole life could slow down and breathe. The achievable dreams still feel so far away and uncertain. It’s hard to dream because I’m not there yet and hand not to dream at the same time. The perfect stillness of a Sunday morning before the outside worlds is fully awake - that is dreamlike.

Evenings are magical in their own right, for what better (and only) time can you lose yourself in the glorious awe of the stars?

Heather

(Originally written August 22, 2021)