My bedroom window faces east. That means if I forget to close my blinds at night, the early morning sunshine streams brilliantly into my room.
The head of my bed is right under the window. In the summer, I keep the windows open a bit so I can catch the cool night and dawn air, which is also why the blinds are rarely closed in the summer. So it’s not so much that I forget to close them, it’s that the desire to feel a nighttime breeze is greater than the desire for darkness in the morning.
I realized that I haven’t really been noticing the light of the morning. Not with any deliberateness. I wake up, and the sun is shining. I live in Southern California after all, so, as Randy Newman said, “…the sun is shining all the time.”
I didn’t know the prompt for today until after the morning had already passed, so I posted a photo a few minutes ago (after 11pm) of a trail that Sandy & I walked when she and T were here last week. I also wanted to respond to the prompt here, just with some thoughts. A little meditation on the light of the morning. Trying to shake the cobwebs off the old keyboard and working on being a bit more observant about these everyday occurrences.