Throughout the years I've somehow miraculously transformed into a morning person. Coffee played a huge part in that, as well as getting a regular 8-5 job. Even though I'm not currently working, the damage is done and I can't not seem to sleep past 7 am.
So here I am. Wide awake. Sitting in a sleeping house. With the exception of the animals.... Frankie and Zoe are laying on the couch with me and Elizabeth Taylor & Cleopatra are sitting in the open windowsill watching the birds outside as they serenade us a lovely saturday morning melody. I'm drinking a cup of breakfast blend coffee with sugar free french vanilla creamer and a dash of cinnamon.
This has become, without a doubt, my favorite time of the day. This is when I feel most inspired. The soft morning light is just beginning to seep over the horizon and fill the room with a soft glow. It's easy to forget the tragedy in the world when my dead end street is peaceful and calm. It makes me feel like I'm the only person in the world and all this beauty is specifically for my viewing pleasure. I have this secret affair with silence each and every morning. My head stops swimming in a sea of thoughts, to-dos, what ifs, would haves, should haves and could haves and instead floats peacefully, absorbed in the delicate sound of silence. Quiet soothes, calms, and makes me want to sit wrapped up in my favorite striped throw on the porch with a brand new canvas and a palette thick with untouched acrylics awaiting the opportunity to transform the calmness into something beautiful.
"A painting is never finished - it simply stops in interesting places." -Paul Gardner