Diary of a Self-Portrait: early spring, early morning

Thursday, March 23, 2006

early spring, early morning

Outside I hear a soft sounding bird whoo, whooing. A morning dove? The sun rises so early. I'm barely ready for the day. The cat purrs on my lap as I write. I just want to go back to sleep, but instead, I push myself forward farther into the day.

2 comments:

Loralee Choate said...: Well written. I pushed into the day and now I am holding up the tattered flag of surrender and crawling back into bed...; 3/23/2006 01:48:00 PM
Jessie said...: I was thinking the same...a nap would feel so good. I justify a nap with the willingness to stay up late in exchange for lost time.; 3/23/2006 03:36:00 PM