What particular hour of the day do you relish the most?
...For me, I think it’s a toss-up between early morning and early evening.
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been what you could call a “morning person.” Confession time: flannel sheets and a soft pillow have become increasingly more difficult to part with now that I am more prone to crawl into bed past midnight, but I'm still convinced that waking early can be very, very pleasant. Really.
I’ll set the scene; you are free to agree or conversely, to label my deliberations senseless.
The oven clock reads 7:00 am. Everything is silent, apart from the faintest hum of the refrigerator and the soft chatter of birds outside. They’ve been up for hours. From the kitchen table and seated near a large window granting a view of the back garden, I notice that the sky is milky gray and the trees are still.
Cradled in my right hand is a cup of hot tea. It’s my favorite teacup: the beige and olive-green one with a delicate sprig of rosemary hand-painted on the front. The fingers of my left hand leaf through the freshly printed newspaper or (more often than not) lay across the soft, white pages of my journal.
Mm. Still not convinced? Fair enough. Early mornings do not enchant everyone. If they did, I’m pretty sure that a few nightclubs would be cash-strapped.
I also like the hour when shadows stretch out on the grass and everything else is tinged with gold. Somehow, the honeysuckle blossoms seem most fragrant when my mother and I take our walk after dinner. The air, once humid and stuffy, now hints at evening’s coolness.
The day is just beginning at 7 am. Twelve hours later, evening is beckoning and the retreating sun gives way to nightfall. I guess it’s these tranquil moments before change that I savor the most. They offer a chance to ponder what just happened and what might be to come.
bisous.
