Just another morning

She arose early, pushing the matted hair away from her slowly opening sleep encrusted eyes. She looked at the bright sunlight shining between the closed red velvet curtains. The fog slowly drifted from her mind...and she realized where she was. A slight pang of nostalgic memories swiftly bounded through her head. She pulled the blankets high over her and let the warmth envelop and enclose her senses.

The smell of the bold brewing coffee brought forth another unwelcome awakening from her dreams of another time. She reluctantly threw her brick heavy feet over the side of the bed and trudged to the kitchen. With a steaming cup of caffeine settled between her chilled fingers she fell into the cushy sofa to watch the early morning news. She rapidly changed the channels viewing show after show of the city she left behind. She laughed at herself thinking how ridiculous for a person to feel so addicted to a place. She wondered what it was she couldn't let go of...the place she actually left?...or was it the person she was, that she really left behind?


Her husband gathered his belongings for work and glanced over to look at his wife intently focused on the television. Her eyes were far away absorbed with some other place. He walked over, bending to kiss her good-bye on the top of her head. His dark blue eyes met hers and whispered, "everything will be OK...it always takes time." He gave her an encouraging smile and left for a demanding and different day. He also had to find his way in this new life they had chosen.

She pushed open the heavy sliding glass door to feel the unusually warm weather pour into the living room and surround her with the smells of Fall. The rocky brook down below rushed with the sounds of determination and a purpose. She looked down to see a small squirrel near the cement patio attentively digging to bury his acorn for what must be the cold winter ahead. She took a deep breath and swallowed the lump in her throat to the hollow pit encompassing her stomach.


She thought earnestly of the many things she had to be grateful for. The sun shifted to a new position in the morning sky and radiated a warm ray across her face. She recognized one of the hardest parts of life is to discover who we are and how we fit into this world.


She returned inside leaving the door open to continue enjoying what must be the last of the warm weather for the season. She sat back in the black leather chair at her computer to write. It gave her a feeling of relief to see the thoughts from her head move to the screen....
....." She arose early, pushing the matted hair away from her slowly opening sleep encrusted eyes."