First Morning Light

I can't remember ever being a "morning person". When I was very young, I didn't mind mornings that much. I'd get up and eat breakfast, return to my room, put a record on my Winnie The Pooh record player and then crawl back into my bed with a few Barbies (Kinky, I know)and sleep until noon.

My parents built our house in 1972. It's a brick ranch with very dark paneling in the den and living room. We have ongoing lighting issues. We plan to paint it out one day and it will be light and airy and glorious. But for now, this glass door is our light at the end of the tunnel. Every morning, I try to go out on the porch and watch the sun rise. I look forward to it. It's an excellent attitude adjustment.

For many years now, I've had morning obligations. School, work and family have taken the place of my sleep-ins. For quite awhile, I felt bitter about it. I'd drag around, muttering to myself and subjecting anyone in my path to my poor coping skills. Now, I find myself looking forward to the morning. I've learned Daybreak is truly a magical time.