i love the early morning.
it feels sacred.
pulling the cold coffee tin from the freezer i feel God.
and i feel Him as the light angles across my wood floor inviting me to dance, to stretch, to give praise for this movable body.
He sits with me as my palm cups over the mug, allowing the drink to breathe into me before ever raising it to my lips.
this is all contingent upon me being able to get out of bed. of course.