6.10am. Time to wake up, no sense in sleeping on.
Stretch out those limbs and open your eyes. It’s time to find that space in the morning where wake in the world is just stirring, but it can be yours for just a minute.
A space for just you. For quiet coffee prepared with cold toes on tiles.
A space where the early birds assert their presence to the air with morning-time melody.
A space where the stretching black dog likes to lumber into bed. Stealing her way under billowing, warm morning blankets. A trusting head on a calming thigh. A velvet ear draped on a still foot.
The sun stretches her fingers out across the horizon of sea and hills, gently touching each blade of grass with golden fronds of life and light. The day is warming. The air is filling with energetic anticipation.
Soon things will wake up. Lists will be written. Tasks will be attacked. Keys will turn in cars. Footsteps on stony driveways. There will be handshakes and laughter, some days hold tears or anger. But not here. Not now.
Here is your space between then and now. The twilight of today. For coffee and deep breaths. For quiet. For birdsong. For calm. All yours. Just for you.