Morning

The morning rain dampens the dried plants. Its soothing sound is a nifty thing to wake up to. The slow drops seem to even wake the birds up early.

Waking up early on a holiday morning always feels slightly cheated and in that same thought is the idea that I will get the most out of the day.

Why is sleep considered such a nifty thing? We already spend what a quarter to a third of our life doing it. So why does it seem as we are going from kid to adult that it all reflects on how much we can *sleep in*? Well I for one love getting up early and cheating my sleep out.

Mind you, we as adults do need sleep, so when we are shorted on long term basis that is know where near nifty. But on the short term for a holiday morning I smile. Sneak out of bed, throw a couple of poptarts in and watch the morning open up to me. The peaceful quite times are so necessary for some and I would definitely be in that group.

To sit eat my poptarts in complete silence while the birds are attacking the worms in the backyards damp grass and the cats sit and dream of attacking the birds, seems like a perfect beginning.

So the day has begun and who knows what it will bring, but it will be whatever I want it to be. So on that note, I got a flawless day ahead.

Peace.