The light comes through the glass door. The room is dark but for that light.
The silence fills the house. Not a sound but for the quiet heartbeat of the house.
In the distance I hear a train as it must be crossing an intersection and giving it's toot of here it is. It is far away but the air is so still I can hear the train's journey.
The coffee is hot. The aroma does the trick.
The morning ritual.
A way to connect to yourself before you are forced to get out of yourself and into the busy day of stuff.
Take this time.
Sit quiet.
Let your body smell the morning.
Let your senses slowly come to life.
What will you miss when it is all over?
This.
The light coming through the glass door.
The heartbeat of the house.
The morning ritual.
A bird just hopped from one branch to another.
Before you start hopping from one branch to another greet the day in silence and gratitude.
The ageless experiment.