I woke up in darkness this morning, pulled from slumber at the ungodly hour of 6 am. Despite the best of intentions, I just couldn't get up, so I hit snooze twice and then reset the alarm for 6:45. My body doesn't recognize that it's morning until the sun is up.
At 6:45 the faint glow through my window was a bit stronger, though still largely comprised of street light shine. I sat up in the middle of my bed, eyes closed, feeling the cool breeze from the fan and the open window play across my shoulders. These nights are made for sleeping, just cool enough for a quilt or the edge of my down comforter.
I love the bluejean and sweater weather of autumn, the foggy mornings where sunrise wraps the lake and park with wisps of pink and orange.
It's winter I hate, with the dark and cold that seem to seep into every crevice of my being. But for now, I will embrace the crimson leaves and migrating geese, clutching them to me as a treasure I can pull out some long February night.
Posted by rachel at September 22, 2004 12:48 PM
beautifully put.
Posted by: katie at September 22, 2004 01:27 PM