Monday, January 17

Because my workday begins...

Because my workday begins early, it begins, in winter, in the huge, tense blackness of the world. I slip out of bed before the sun slips into the sky and the house is hard cold so I move purposely in silence. I lack the confidence to move quickly, I fear the skate board that could be waiting in the middle of the hall. I dress in the dark and shuffle to the coffee pot. The sleepy dog walks with me a few strides then he disappears. The coffee maker hisses then gurgles. I listen intently, as though it is a language the coffee grounds are speaking. There are no stars, nor a moon. I can see a little from the street lamps and finally I turn on the light that sits on the side of my desk. I lean on the winged back of my green chair by the amber light and my purple desk. Now the dog comes back, his happy feet finding a new bed by my side. I sit and read, think, write, stare by the light of my desk.
This is the beginning of every day.

3 comments:

lgsquirrel said...

That was so vivid and well written. It painted a wonderful serene (though cold) early morning. But no commute?

The Bug said...

I start before light too, in a cold house. But I leave it that way because my shower heats me up - if I turn the heat on I might start sweating while putting on makeup :)

Katy said...

Yes, I do have to go into an office to work, but my morning starts very early. I have to have time to myself before I can spend time with other poeple.