Morning

I don’t know about you, but I’ve never been much of a morning person.  It takes me a while to wake up, and I do enjoy the feeling of stretching under a warm blanket and just enjoying being warm and relaxed before having to get vertical and rush about.

But there’s something wonderful about our house with its spiral staircase in the middle that separates the sleeping quarters from the living quarters.  As painful as it can be some days to traipse up and down with folded washing and linen to be put away, there is something magical about coming down to greet the day before the sun has filled the rooms and being the first to do that.

It is still.  It is quiet.  It is waiting to have life breathed back into it.

And I love that little moment of walking down the stairs and choosing to start the day.

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