Addicted to Early Mornings

In my boyhood home, the back hallway wrapped around and held the washer/dryer, a small desk, storage closet, and emptied into the den. If I got up early enough, I would find my mom sitting at the space heater in the den working on her lesson plans. I loved that time of the morning with her for there was a calmness mixed with her passion and creativity. She’d show me what she was working on and I can still feel her electrical excitement in life that makes each of us who we are. Maybe this is why I am addicted to early mornings and sunrises? // sunrise / what memories it awakes / danced in morning colors / brushed with gentleness and passion / feelings softly wrapped in love