The Heavens have opened up with a ferocious rain that is mercilessly bouncing off the road and the sky is blacker than the ace of spades. It's 8:30 a.m. but it feels more like midnight. I am told its the Pineapple Express on route from Hawaii and kissing the coast of the western side of Canada. Flood warnings are in effect but the sounds of a million drops pounding on my roof is nothing short of spectacular. My oblivious pooch and my better half are still snug as bugs in bed, deeply snoring their trumpet like song.
I am up and about as my back can only take so long in a lying stance before I plump up like a painful sausage. In all honesty, I am okay with getting up early. It's my time. Quiet and peaceful, I am alone in the neighbourhood while all other homes remain in blackness.
I wander around my little place of solitude and put on the fire and curl up with a blanket. And I drift deep into my thoughts only popping out of them every once in awhile when the house lets out a small groan as it settles around me.
I make myself a lovely cup of lavender tea and snap on the Christmas Tree lights and gaze at it adoringly. Just a soft glow, but oh how that glow puts me into a serene trance. Thoughts stop whirling around and my over active brain goes silent and I am just here in this moment. This wonderful, blissful moment.
And then I realize......
It's just another amazing Sunday morning.
Until Next Time