Today's 100 words:
Morning finds me on the other side of quiet. It's not the face of dawn that greets me; no sun breaks through windows to light the grayness of the room. Instead it's the black silence of midnight, that harbinger of a new day, who beckons me closer while I fight the weariness that presses upon me like the crush of a heavy wool blanket. The old man had carried such a blanket with him as he sought those things we all seek. It covered him like stars at night, something familiar to keep out the cold from outside--and within.
Showing posts with label early morning. Show all posts
Showing posts with label early morning. Show all posts
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Early morning
Today's 100 words:
The roar of the furnace again, but otherwise it's quiet in the house this early in the morning, still an hour before I have to awaken the kids for storytime, still an hour before my mind and all my senses need to become alert to the chatter of little ones: children who have so much to say after a night's sleep that my drowsy mind often can't keep up as they talk-trip over each other, excited to relay their dreams, their plans, their wishes for waffles with syrup for breakfast, please, and "Mommy, will you turn on the TV?"
The roar of the furnace again, but otherwise it's quiet in the house this early in the morning, still an hour before I have to awaken the kids for storytime, still an hour before my mind and all my senses need to become alert to the chatter of little ones: children who have so much to say after a night's sleep that my drowsy mind often can't keep up as they talk-trip over each other, excited to relay their dreams, their plans, their wishes for waffles with syrup for breakfast, please, and "Mommy, will you turn on the TV?"
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Capturing a moment: early morning stream of consciousness
Today's 100 words:
8 a.m.: It's quiet in the house and still dark outside. My neighbor's outdoor light casts an orange glow into the room. From the kitchen I hear the gurgles the coffeemaker produces when the coffee is nearly done. I'm hopeful that it will soothe my sore throat. Now there's coughing: this time it's coming from me--unusual, to be sure, since normally it's the kids and the husband who seem to catch every cold. I'm warm, too, even though the thermostat is set very low. A fever, maybe? If there's time, I'll check. Must get everyone ready for church.
8 a.m.: It's quiet in the house and still dark outside. My neighbor's outdoor light casts an orange glow into the room. From the kitchen I hear the gurgles the coffeemaker produces when the coffee is nearly done. I'm hopeful that it will soothe my sore throat. Now there's coughing: this time it's coming from me--unusual, to be sure, since normally it's the kids and the husband who seem to catch every cold. I'm warm, too, even though the thermostat is set very low. A fever, maybe? If there's time, I'll check. Must get everyone ready for church.
Saturday, October 8, 2011
For the memories
A recent 100-words entry:
It's hard to get up in the early mornings when the world is still pitch-black and even the sound of traffic in this large city is muted. The lights seem almost too bright for my eyes as I sit here at the computer, willing the words to come, willing the coffee to seek a path through my muddled brain and force coherent syllables from my fingertips to the keyboard to this white box where I type each day, squeezing thoughts from my tired mind, thoughts that maybe someday I'll be happy to look back on and grateful to have.
It's hard to get up in the early mornings when the world is still pitch-black and even the sound of traffic in this large city is muted. The lights seem almost too bright for my eyes as I sit here at the computer, willing the words to come, willing the coffee to seek a path through my muddled brain and force coherent syllables from my fingertips to the keyboard to this white box where I type each day, squeezing thoughts from my tired mind, thoughts that maybe someday I'll be happy to look back on and grateful to have.
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