” a look at my bedroom windowsill”
saturday mornings mean sleeping in.
maybe not sleeping but lying in bed with no rush to be anywhere.
sometimes girls in my bed, sometimes girls running up and down the hallway or behind closed doors playing with legos.
saturday mornings are about lengthy stretches and rollovers. burying your face in the pillow or wrapping yourself around one.
saturday morning means lying around thinking about the weekend what we should or want to do.
saturday mornings mean drinking tea slowly rather than rushing out the door to spill down your skirt on the way to the car.
saturday mornings mean a morning walk with the dog down the back path in the woods.
saturday morning means noticing the changes that are happening amongst the trees and getting excited.
saturday mornings are meant for egg sandwiches or egg wraps or omelets.
saturday mornings are about hoping for a lot to happen, which may or may not come to fruition.
still there is a lot of promise in Saturday morning when nothing has yet started.
this Saturday morning there is sunshine and bird song.
it is one of those Saturday mornings I am in bed by myself and the girls are hidden behind their own door.
this Saturday i may hike or write or edit or stop by the farm. maybe this saturday i will finish some collages.
regardless, Saturday is here and it doesn’t yet hold the tiredness or disappointment of Sunday evening.
it holds the promise of all those things yet to come.