I drink coffee.
Pick up toys I should have had them put away the night before.
Fry eggs in a seasoned cast iron pan.
Sena is holed away writing.
Alamae and Arlo play together, then wander apart.
For a few moments, the chaos quiets.
Showing posts with label mornings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mornings. Show all posts
Friday, November 4, 2016
Mornings
This light is the best.
I drink coffee.
Pick up toys I should have had them put away the night before.
Fry eggs in a seasoned cast iron pan.
Sena is holed away writing.
Alamae and Arlo play together, then wander apart.
For a few moments, the chaos quiets.
I drink coffee.
Pick up toys I should have had them put away the night before.
Fry eggs in a seasoned cast iron pan.
Sena is holed away writing.
Alamae and Arlo play together, then wander apart.
For a few moments, the chaos quiets.
Thursday, May 26, 2016
Ordinary Mornings
Waking up to a house tidied up by an almost teenager who finds herself in hot water more and more often. Her guilt works to my advantage.
Arlo, awoken by a baby sister who loves him as deeply as she torments him.
Babies standing at the window, watching their older siblings play in the early morning hours.
Oma's deck with a glaring pink power wheels and a cousin they all adore.
Fighting for toys that are hardly that.
A walk to the coffee shop for iced drinks and giant eclairs.
Slow and loud and finally sunny.
Thursday, January 14, 2016
Morning Light
The way it reflects off the Chesapeake in sorbet hues. Making silhouettes of the morning walkers across the neighbor's yard. Working its way south, through dirty windows. Catching bedheads and cluttered corners. Streaming through houseplants. Finally, dancing off the disco ball while the shadows are at their longest before gradually, gradually, shrinking, shrinking.
