The sun has not yet begun to make its way above the horizon, and the sound of a light rain is pitter pattering against my living room window. My most recent habit, which I acquired while I was in Italy a few months ago, is steaming its way through an espresso pot, filling the house with the familiar smell of flavorful alertness. Dogs sleep by my feet, sounding more content in their early hour slumber than ever could I. My father was the king of the pre-dawn during my youth– always awake before the rest of the house could even comprehend leaving the warm confines of our beds. I admit, I felt bad for him. I don’t know what it is that makes teenagers abhor the thought of an early wake up, I just know that such a sentiment is universally shared among the age group. These days, however, where once there were thoughts of sympathy now reside notions of reverence.
I find myself enjoying the order of the morning– darkness rising slowly to some sort of unfamiliar tint of color in the sky (a color unknown to sunsets), rising faster now to the color of an overcast afternoon, rising even faster to the first burst of sunshine as it dashes across the sky. Currently, we’re in the overcast afternoon portion of the morning. I’m waiting for the dash. Once it arrives, I will know that my morning is over. I have things to do, and I won’t be able to enjoy coffee or rub the sleep from my eyes carefree. My dad figured this out a long time ago, and told me that one day I’d figure it out, too. Once the sun is up, there are things to do that you have to do.
But the rain is still here. Perhaps the sun won’t be joining us today…
Maybe I’ll cross “Tuesday” off of the top of my list and write “Wednesday.”
Maybe I’ll go back to bed. Maybe I’ll…
Oh, there it is. It was a little late I guess. Now it’s official.
I’ll have some new album news for you shortly. Thank you for being patient with me!