This morning, the sky wore its soft grey pajamas, making the day calm, quiet, and gentle. As I pulled open the curtains, a cool breeze slipped in through the slightly open window, brushing against my cheeks like a sleepy whisper.
I had half a mind to crawl back into bed, maybe give myself a few more minutes to transition from sleep to the rush of the day. But something about the way the sky looked made me pause.
I always love this kind of morning atmosphere. The soft grey sky never fails to bring me energy, to allow me to be in the present state, and to absorb the moment to get me back into alignment. After all those tight busy schedules and hot days, this feels like a gift for me to halt, breathe, and put together all the scattered messy minds before going back to routine.
So, instead of diving back under the covers, I tiptoed to the kitchen, poured myself a glass of warm water, and made my usual cup of coffee which smell brings comfort of safety and fresh beginnings.
Wrapping my fingers around the mug, I stepped outside to the porch. The world hadn’t rushed into full speed yet. The sky was still shy, not ready to glow yet. The birds, however, were in full chorus welcoming the morning.
As I sat there, I smiled at neighbors heading off to work and kids bundled into school bags. I waved back at familiar faces.
I took a sip of my coffee, exhaled, while embracing the morning air.
