This is my favorite part of the day.
I know I have spent many a blog post trying to convince you all that I am not a morning person. So why, then, would I say that 8 AM Saturday morning is my favorite part of the day?
Well, it doesn’t really have anything to do with what time it is. It has everything to do with the fact that I am the only one up and that the world is peaceful and quiet. The world has not awakened yet. There are no lawnmowers or leaf blowers or weed-eaters growling and snarling and roaring. Cars are not wooshing by outside. I can’t hear any planes roaring distantly overhead. There are no voices … no TVs … no radios blaring.
All I can hear at the moment is the quiet hissing of my laptop fan, a couple of doves in my backyard cooing to each other, and the soft padding of the cat as she wonders around trying to decide what to get into first.
But what a fragile bubble this is! As it drifts, beautiful and variegated and delicate through the awakening morning, it is just a matter of time … probably just moments … before its frail, unstable existence is overcome by the pinpricks and swats and vibrations of the harsh, hellbent day ahead.
But it’s so nice while it lasts.