I wake up with the sun and slowly, and gently, potter around my kitchen, stretching, daydreaming and soaking up a sense of gratitude.
I pour my instant coffee into my oversized, chipped mug and add a dash of milk. I love my morning coffee, it sets the tone for my day.
I am happy. I am living my quiet dream. Slow mornings and then some creating. To me that sounds perfect. Joyous.