I
was never a morning person. Then, she came into my world one summer
morning. I had no choice but to rise early. To take in everything the
earliest hours had to offer.
Like
an apology for the previous day’s onslaught of heat and humidity,
summer mornings bring a calm, cool, stillness. A deep breath before a
busy day.
The
forecast called for a scorching humid day ahead. She wanted to go to
the farm. She wanted to play. To feel the grass and the sunshine. We
woke early, and sent off on our journey before the sun could control the
day.
Dew
still clung to the ground. Shadows were long, the light crisp. We could
feel the heat fighting for control over the residual night air. We
found refuge in the still cool shade. Next to the even cooler brook.
She danced, she played. She chased bubbles. She laughed.
I sat, I watched. I blew bubbles. I laughed.
I was never a morning person. Then, she came into my world.
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