I’ve always loved waking up early on a Saturday morning. There’s just something so peaceful about the world at 5am. Even Lucky, my dog, doesn’t want to be bothered following me around this early in the morning. People are home in their beds sleeping on Saturday mornings so there’s no rush hour traffic. Just me, the birds and my coffee.
This is the best time for meditating and giving thanks to the universe. It’s when I get to feel at one with nature. The air is cool and clean and I love taking deep breaths in between sips of coffee. This is when I get to nourish my soul. The new day holds promise and I can do with it as I please. Or I can do nothing at all. This time and this day belong to me.
I savor the moments as dawn begins to break and the sky begins to light up. It makes me feel a little melancholy. Soon the world will be waking and my quiet time will be intruded upon by lawnmowers and cars driving by. I hear a rooster cock-a-doodle-doing which makes a dog start barking. It has begun.