This marks the first time back at the cafe since the morning we departed for Maine last week. More on that wonderful trip to come – for now I’m getting back into the schedule of writing and working after the magic spell of Ogunquit in winter.
Happily we have reached the one-month mark of our season of slumber – that means only two more months before spring – and February is the shortest one in the calendar year. Happy thoughts all around, and rather than focus on that faraway future I’m taking the morning as slowly as it comes – the gray, barely-there lightening of sky, the slow warming of the house as Andy gets up and clicks on his coffee, the comforting hug of a hot shower while those who don’t rise as early sleep unaware and unbothered.
My own little covenant with the break of day, when it’s just the two of us – dawn and me – each deciding what sort of day it will be, each in perfect control of it in our own way.
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