So I get up at five o'clock in the morning now. It's crazy early and way earlier than I need to wake up, but I am learning to love it and have a leisurely calm morning.
I take the dogs out first thing. It's still cool from the night and dark. The air feels clean and is starting to smell fall-y. We come upstairs for breakfast and I make my daily omelet, making sure to drop a few shreds of cheese of the floor for my little loves... They eat their dog food and I watch the news. It's nice starting the day somewhat informed. I pack my lunch and get my water bottle full for the day. It's a slow, quiet morning, but I like it. I never usually take any time to appreciate the small things that comprise life, so I wanted to document these simple feelings about my mundane early morning.