I just discovered a CD within a large binder filled with CDs that contains a lot of my writing that I forgot about. I am so excited to find it. I sometimes get so wrapped up in things that I forget what I love to do. Writing has always been a love of mine -- I will share some of my writing (fictional and non) as time goes on.
This is a small piece I did either for a class (I took a great workshop back when I had time for such things) or on my own....not sure which now, but it describes the early morning hours based on a Henry David Thoreau quote:
The morning, which is the most memorable season of the day, is the awakening hour.
Then there is least somnolence in us; and for an hour, at least, some part of us awakes
which slumbers all the rest of the day and night.
Tiny cat scratches alarm clock, 4:30, 5:30. I give in. sometimes to my dismay often I am
happy to be loved and needed this much. Buzz saw snoring breaks my slumber and I stay
awake. Load the coffee pot, the sun is below the horizon still and the school busses have
just begun to leave. Cats swirl around my legs like fantail fish as I shuffle about the
kitchen, morning is about domesticity- I unload and reload the dishwasher, gather some
laundry all to the growl of the bear that still sleeps soundly in our bed. But I don’t mind, I
break this silence with NPR. Hello BBC America. They fill my newly awakened mind
with facts and news; ideas stir for the new day.