It’s not that early in the morning – just 7:30 – but it’s early enough that I’m the only one awake. I’ve been up for about an hour now and I spent most of it at my computer working on another piece about the Japan earthquake and its aftermath. Where we are staying now, with friends in Maryland, they have a very sunny kitchen with a picture window. The window faces their grassy backyard and the sun is touching the top of the kids’ swing-set. Why am I telling you this? Well, because it’s peaceful. It’s morning and it’s peaceful and it’s my favorite time of day. I feel like at thing at this time of day. I feel like myself at this time of day. It’s easy for me to spend the time to get ready for all of the challenges that the day will present. When I don’t get this quiet time for myself, I often feel somewhat unprepared for the rest of the day.
But mostly, I know that I write best at this hour. It’s been a little while – a few weeks, I’d say – since I’ve had the luxury of my morning quiet time. I’m reveling in it right now.
Ooops, I hear a child. Quiet time is over. But that’s okay. I’m ready.