In the Mornings

In the Mornings

My alarm goes off, an annoying tune in the midst of an otherwise perfect morning. I get up first, letting the dog out, and make coffee with a ridiculous amount of creamer because that’s the way I like it. Sometimes I’ll put dishes away or take a shower, but most mornings I stand on the front porch with the dog and watch the sky turn pink and orange. Continue reading “In the Mornings”