Friday, December 16, 2005

Mornings Are Magical

There is something magical about mornings. My desk sits in front of an east facing window in my office and I can sit here and watch the morning come alive. The first indication is the black night sky turns a deep indigo and then a million shades of blue, orange, rust and silver....and that's before the sun even peep up over the horizon.
The birds are the first to get in on the action. They are zipping from bush to bush making sure all their friends made it safely through the night. They are cranked and anxious to get on with the day.
Next come the squirrels and chipmunks out foraging for an early morning snack.
I do my best thinking this time of day. My mind is more clear and the thoughts unhampered by pressing business that keeps bankers hours. This morning time is all mine.
My wife Jilda and I do not buy expensive cars and our house is modest by today’s standards, but we do not scrimp on coffee. We buy Gevalia coffee and I brew it up fresh each morning in a European coffee press. The smell is intoxicating.
The greatroom in our house has floor to ceiling windows from end to end. We don't use curtains so we have an unobstructed view of the morning's activities as we drink our coffee. This morning I counted over 20 different kinds of birds at our feeders.
Every evening I start winding down early and I'm ready to go to bed while most people are getting ready to watch the evening news and Leno. That's OK because that leaves the magical mornings for me.

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