Slow Mornings

Summer has been so incredibly lovely--hence, I have neglected my blog even more than usual. I cannot get enough of the gorgeous sunshine. But even more than the sun, I have enjoyed getting to wake up slowly more often than not. I occasionally have to work at 8am (which I absolutely hate) but most of the time I can just let my body wake up whenever it wants.

It is one of my favorite intimate pleasures to have the house be empty, to keep my eyes closed and just feel the morning light slowly warm my covers and touch my exposed skin, to lay on my back and open my eyes to a gold-tinged ceiling and glowing blinds, to doze in and out until I feel like swinging my legs over the edge of my bed to step out into the slight chill of the still-sleepy house. I make myself a warm bowl of oatmeal, huddle up on the couch and eat in the quiet, watching birds, bikers, runners, and school goers parade by.

But of course, Zooey says it best: