Sometimes getting out of bed is a challenge.
Warm covers, relaxed breathing, a lovely comfy feeling. Thoughts that flit and wander like a butterfly in a field of flowers. Possibilities unending that beckon and beguile, but promise nothing.

Turning on the light, ouch. Forcing myself to sit up and start getting dressed instead of dreaming. Going quickly through my morning routine. A routine needed to wrench myself from the dream world that calls me back to sleep every single day.

But the reward is tremendous. I can see the sky and feel the fresh air. Hot tea to warm me up again. So many things to do. I look for the little joys and think of you and realize what a gift today is.

Love, February