Mornings

I have always loved the mornings (when I'm not hungover, I admit, but that's not the point).

There's an opportunity to each day, a recognition that you can make plans, but you don't know what the day will bring to you.

When I was a kid, the mornings were about cartoons and cereal. Now they're about my cup of coffee and reading the news, or fanfic, or knitting patterns. The cat wanders around, occasionally demanding that I run some tub water for her to drink or refill her food bowl. I check the weather report on Google and think about what I'll wear. But mostly I drape myself along my sofa and just let myself wake up.

Sitting still, doing nothing.
Spring comes, and the grass grows underfoot.