Morning a musing and poem
I wake and have a cup of tea, but even that is a labor, to keep my eyes opened. I try to get a jumpstart with icy cold water on my face, it helps my eyes to not feel quite as hot and heavy from sleep. . . Then, I sit in the cushy chair, while my husband sits drinking his coffee nearby, our feet touching on the stool between us. We talk a bit about the day before or the day to come and then it is time to move.
Coffee and cold water
Eyes still heavy
Quiet, slow waking in the still darkness soft chair morning
wake children, wash hair
Pull on pants
Where are my red shoes?
Where's your coat it's only 15 degrees?!