I never want the mornings to end. I like trying to be quiet so as not to break the silence. I laugh at myself for getting upset when I see other people waking up, as if the morning belonged to me. There is something about morning, like my life hasn’t been “interrupted” yet. My thoughts have yet to be cluttered with worry and trying to figure out the rest of my life.
What is blessing? It isn’t family, because not everyone has that. Why should one person be more blessed than another? But, everyone has morning, so I think morning is blessing. Everyone has laughter and they have tears. I think those are blessing too. Expression. There is something beautiful about your expression reflected back to you, to see someone laugh at your joke or to share in tears over a loss.
My morning is about to end and I wish I woke up yet another hour earlier so I could sit in the silence longer with my uninterrupted thoughts. But time is interrupting, but everyone has time so I suspect that is blessing too.
