I woke up this morning around 5am. I let my dogs outside and walked out onto my deck. The world is so peaceful and beautiful early in the morning; there are no kids screaming, cars blaring their horns, lawn mowers running, or people bustling about their day. There are a few birds singing and the sun beginning to peak over the mountains; the quietness is amazing. It was all very calming. And I have to ask myself why is it that when I am surrounded by this beauty and tranquility my bed still calls to me and lures me back into the house, as if I'm in a trance, it beckons me back to its soft, warm, dark comfort? My bed almost always wins over the peace of the morning. Sad but true I am a creature of the night, I can stay up for hours as long as there is the promise of staying in bed when the morning comes. I would really like to change this about myself but early in the morning sleep is just too tempting. 
However I do love a vibrant sunset 
and seeing the stars late at night. I guess you can't have the best of both worlds, can you?
Yes, why is it that my bed doesn't lure me in around 10 at night, but at 10 in the morning I could easily be called (except for the constant harassment I would get from two very needy, though quite lovely, children)?
ReplyDeleteI do have to contend with you on one point: SOME children are screaming at five in the morning... How I miss sleeping in!