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.