here i am.
6:55 am. friday morning.
i’ve hit the snooze alarm too many times already.
each time choosing to fold myself back under a heavy comforter.
raining, not snowing.
the sound of the rain coming down is one of my favorite sounds.
perhaps it is just my love of water in all forms.
when i was young i would lie in my bed and listen to rain on a tin roof.
now i am listening as the rain trickles down this one.
melting all the snow outside for sure.
right now i am content to lie here and listen, from under the heavy comfort of the bedsheets.
but know i must get up soon.
pack the lunches, kiss the little ones goodbye, either a smack on the cheek or a nuzzle on the top of their heads.
slog through ten hours of work.
friday, the longest day.
but on the other side, freedom.
a movie to snuggle up and watch together tonight.
friday nights the girls get to sleep in my bed and i camp out in one of theirs.
i have a free weekend this weekend.
had asked if anyone wanted to go out.
but now thinking about taking my camera to the ocean.
something about all that sea.
makes me think about endless possiblity.
lying here in bed, first thing in the morning.
faint light through the windows.
makes me dream of possibilities.
before my feet hit the floor.
before the business begins.
but i’ll carry possiblity with me today.
and hopefully, i will capture it through my lens.
and bring it home.