October 30, 2012 § 1 Comment
The lightness that comes with waking lingers, pierced unsuccessfully by darts of thoughts and things to do. It throws back the covers to a mild morning and steps carefully through the house to rediscover the faithful presence of the dog. Then to the kitchen, where all things quotidian do nothing to disturb it. Sitting now, a favourite cup warming the hand as sips of coffee descend its cargo of fast prana, she wonders who has been sleeping.