First morning in decades that I woke up and was immediately transported to age 7, waking up in the cool summer bedroom at my great-grandmother’s, way out in the rural south. Best morning in a very long time.
I’d been nervy enough to leave the window cracked, and a proliferation of birds with lots to say were right outside, full of stories. A morning chill blanketed the room. Fresh air.
Such a welcome departure from waking up to the list of items to accomplish.