In past years, I would be struggling to wake up on the darker mornings of this season. For some reason, I am still able to wake up early in the absence of sunlight. On these quiet mornings, before anyone else is awake, I often just lie there enjoying the quiet moments where nobody is asking anything of me. The bulk of the remainder of everyday seems to be tuned in to “GO mode”. I need these quiet, slow moments too.
Although the melancholy of these seasons has already begun to resurface, I am able to use this quiet to simply acknowledge the feelings that are underneath the fallen leaves and dark sky.
This is my time. I don’t want to talk to anyone, and I am in no hurry to get on with the day. For I know that, before long, there will be someone on my tail pushing me go faster, or in my face with a list of things they need from me.