first_freeze deb morning shatters dewy yawns with alarm clocks and pets begging for food and i glance with this quirky smile to the space beside me- -somehow i thought you might be there- toes beg for the heavy covers as i finally decide to crawl out of bed -at leas it isn't a WOOD floor- i run the water for a while before i step into the tub, steam rolling over the edges, spilling onto the floor, making hairs rise in the sticky warmth- i laugh at the way my hair styled itself in the night, again silently nothing the need for a trim... tomorrow, perhaps. but today was made for home-made bread and hot apple cider; comfy couches and thick books; sleeping cats curled up in the crook of a knee- it's a day of sunshine and open windows, just to have an excuse for a sweater -with days like these, how can you NOT be a morning person? 001022 ... amelia When the world ends 050530 what's it to you? who go blather from