4 AM
Before the sound of the alarm I hear, The stillness in the wee hours of the morning here. What began as a determined practice to run a distance for the body and mind, Has now formed a new morning ritual leaving everything far behind. A few stretches here with some yoga too, Every breath can be heard to be true. Often I am asked about the joy of this 'me time', Just with myself, every morning has an unbeatable rhyme. As I make my way through the home in hush, I am followed by my fur baby in a rush. Brewing that morning coffee tickles a chord, The aroma and calm beats all odd. Strange are the ways of the break of dawn, The mind doesn't wander where it's not supposed to be gone. How does the calm of the morning know my heart, It has a different reset for a daily start. Will I trade this time to stay snuggled in bed, Even on a Sunday, nothing can be said. It's a different version of me time here, After the early morning kitchen wrap ther...