RECHARGED
The house is quiet. It is early morning, one of my favorite times of the day. I have brewed myself a cup of breakfast tea. I had awoken with a sense of purpose but alas the Christmas lights were nowhere to found. So now I sit and write and sip my tea. It is a pleasant sensation.
The girls returned late last night, or should I say early this morning, as is their habit when going out for some fun. I could hear their laughter as they regaled their father with the nights activities...it may be more accurate to say drama. He almost always awaits their return. I am sure to hear all about their girls-night-out, this morning at breakfast. It was a pleasant cacophony...I must admit, even at that hour. But now they slumber.
Even the dogs sleep in this morning. It is uncharacteristically cold for my hometown. I certainly feel these recent Nor-Easters have worn out their welcome...I only have so many warm sweaters. Though I must admit feeling a bit chilled beats having rivulets of sweat streaming down your backside. Ah, Texas!
At any rate, it is rare to have these moments to myself. I really am an introvert and I have always been most comfortable with my own company. Getting married, having children, and having to work, slowly chisels away at that innate trait. It is still there only it has been shaped into the semblance of extroversion. It is sometimes quite difficult to get through the work-day, much less a whole week, when all you really desire is quietude and creative physical activity...painting projects, writing, gardening, home improvement projects, etc.
Ah, and now I begin to hear the stirrings of life: a squirrel skitters across the roof and my dog Lola barks at it's unseen nemesis. This produces a domino effect...the others begin to stir and soon I will sit at my dining table, laughing, smiling and completely loving every boisterous moment. The quiet moment will be gone but it serves it's purpose...I am ready for the day!
