I over-sleep and miss my early morning writing hour.
Instead, I begin the day by snapping lids on to Tupperware containers full of crackers, making beds, and brewing coffee. First light is filled with the mundane.
I notice the handful of stems from the Bohemian’s garden. Flowers sitting in a jar at the center of our table. Their simplicity, profound.
It’s true – flowers made me smile this morning.
Too dark inside, I bring them to our balcony ledge. Attempt to archive their beauty. These blooms, opening my day.