The sun emerges on the eastern horizon. Sun up. Official.
I should be up with the sun. But there is that delicious moment if you wait for it, when it glows golden and bright, filtered through fluttering leaves on a perfect summer morning and the curtains moving slightly against the open window.
What is this I hear in my head?
Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons? Why don’t you staaaaaaaaaaay ~ just a little bit longer…
Wait for it. Wait for it – perfection: bright, light, golden, yellow-sun, top-of-the-morning-to-you fresh, brand new, warm summer morning. Light begins dancing across the room to the rhythm of the morning song. A stretch. Oh my. That was so worth the wait.