When the World Wakes Up

When I watch the world wake up I sit back and sip tea in my pajamas. I’ve been up for hours, taking in the beauty of the morning while enjoying the peace and solitude. Early birds feel the same as night owls; their time alone brings peace while everyone else is asleep. Some of my best work is done before 8am ever hits. By 9, I already feel as if I am running late.

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But 9 is hours from now. As the sun rises over the rolling Palouse hills, cars start up and cough from sitting in the cold all night. Broken and cracked patterns of ice sit lightly on the hunks of junk, neatly lined into rows to sleep. We wake earlier than them and coax them gently to jumpstart and run us off to where we need to be. We allow ourselves minutes, hours to wake up and start the day, but have no such patience for the metal friends who we rely so heavily on for our day-to-day life. The cars sputter and drip water as they turn on for a big day on the road.

The neighbors around me predictably wake slowly then run out the door as if enough time is never budgeted. I watch them through the window and silently try to communicate with them that slowing down for even a minute allows you to move quicker in the long run. I wish them well with their days.

What do you see in the morning?

Photos: Elizabeth Adan, Unsplash

 

PrintBy Elizabeth Adan

Elizabeth Adan is a Freelance Writer, Publicist and Brand Ambassador. Her blog Aquaberry Bliss is a unique outdoor lifestyle blog dedicated to expanding your world and inspiring your creativity. When Elizabeth isn’t traveling, you’ll find her writing, hiking or gardening. Find Elizabeth on Twitter @stillaporcupine and on LinkedIn.

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