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In our house, there’s usually no quiet unless it’s the wee hours of the morning... I wake up early after crashing hard from a long day on Wednesday-a busy yet peaceful day.
I revel in the level zero. I hear the peaceful snoring of the one who’s been sick with a cold. I hear an alarm in the distance...reminding us to rise and start our day.
I glory in the warmth of the morning and snuggle down with my cozy blankie hearing the heat kick on. I’m grateful for the warm floor to greet my toasty toes-avoiding the cold shock that sometimes jolts me from slumber in a midnight call for water.
I yawn and stretch like a cat-making me wake and get today’s agenda in my head: PLCs, principal coach meeting, curriculum team meeting, and finally best of all-a haircut...
I hear water gurgling into the mouth of the coffee pot. My warm coffee soon to to help me wake and get going on my day’s work.
-the silence has broken away-smashed by the clank of a spoon hitting a bowl-ending the slow, slothy start...no more quiet here today.
I revel in the level zero. I hear the peaceful snoring of the one who’s been sick with a cold. I hear an alarm in the distance...reminding us to rise and start our day.
I glory in the warmth of the morning and snuggle down with my cozy blankie hearing the heat kick on. I’m grateful for the warm floor to greet my toasty toes-avoiding the cold shock that sometimes jolts me from slumber in a midnight call for water.
I yawn and stretch like a cat-making me wake and get today’s agenda in my head: PLCs, principal coach meeting, curriculum team meeting, and finally best of all-a haircut...
I hear water gurgling into the mouth of the coffee pot. My warm coffee soon to to help me wake and get going on my day’s work.
-the silence has broken away-smashed by the clank of a spoon hitting a bowl-ending the slow, slothy start...no more quiet here today.
I am also up early this morning, and I love your descriptions- of leaving the cozy bed, loving the quiet, attentive to any sound. I think my favorite part is when you listen to the "peaceful snoring of one who has had a cold." I hear you mother's (?) heart there. And I like how the quiet moments end with the "crash of a spoon." I think the sound descriptions make this piece special.
ReplyDeleteThose moments of early wake: perfect warmth, day review, listening to silence are like the gentle armour we put on for the day.
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