Friday, April 22, 2011

"All that morning is hurting my eyes."

This morning when I woke up, it was still dark out.  Everything was silent except for the sound of a single bird, who, like myself, was awaiting the coming of dawn.  I could hear it chirping, and then, slowly, the sounds of other birds began to fill the air, as they welcomed in the new day.  The sounds of their singing reached a noisy and joyous crescendo, as the sky became the canvas for the day's sunrise.  The Artist's palette was filled with all hues of reds, yellows and oranges.  It was my reminder that I can, once again, begin anew.  If I choose, I can have a day unfettered by all the worries and imaginings of the night before.  The day is mine, to make of it what I will.
All these thoughts went through my mind today....and then, I remembered just such a morning last summer, when all my daughters still lived at home.  I came downstairs to let the pups outside into the morning, and, as I stood admiring the beautiful sunshine with the family room door thrown wide-open, I heard Holly's voice coming from on the couch, where she had fallen asleep the night before.
"Close the door." she said.  "All that morning is hurting my eyes." 
Just then her cell phone rang.
"Who was that?" I asked.
"Jamie," she answered me. "She was calling from upstairs to say that the stupid birds were so loud they woke her up."
Sigh...I miss their amusing insights, and their total lack of reverence for the day. : D


  1. reminds me a little of my hubby, whenever we're out together and I mention that it's good to be out in the sun every once in a while or some other similar comment about the sun he makes a cross with his fingers and turns toward the sun to hiss! lol, can't exactly blame him though, he works the night shift and is only joking.
    great post, put a smile on my face!

    1. your husband sounds like he is very amusing, as well! thanks for your comment. :D