Sunday morning

Oh, the morning is just perfect,

the renewed energy, the sunlight, the coffee, the cats.

It would be nice to feel this way all day,

awake, alive, aware,

calmness, stillness,

sitting outside,

Only to watch and listen to the little stirrings that slowly come and go,

the week has ended,

everyone takes their sweet old time to dig out from their mountainous blankets,

Not me,I can’t wait to smell it and feel the crisp air, it’s fleeting stillness, I want to sit and absorb all I can.