I've just had a good long (uninterrupted!) night's sleep (it's an event to be celebrated) and now I sit here, my mind still not awake, just a blank slate, waiting for the day to start.
No coffee yet, cause that's just a command, like "Gentlemen, start your engines!" and then the brain floods with ideas and plans and all kinds of tid bits that don't fit together and I try to write them down as fast as I can before I get interrupted by the family ruckus.
No, right now I can just look out the sliders and watch the sky clearing and think "what a beautiful morning" and not be inundated with the rest of the world. There's a sprinkling of snow left on the grass, and I know later I'll be asked to make a snowman out of it. But for now it lies untouched, like my brain before coffee.
A moment in time that comes to pass all too quickly. I hear them coming ... better get my coffee!