by Dr. M

Created on: March 25, 2008

Each morning as the sun rises the birds slowly begin to chirp. One bird will twitter a melody and as nature calls other birds begin to chirp. The melodious tune is a natural alarm clock which softly, slowly, effortlessly causes my body to awake.

A cool breeze gently flows through my window and blankets my body and awakens my soul. Scents of lavender, citrus, and creosote intermingle with the morning air and begin to fill my room with longed for aromas.

Within minutes my husband rises and prepares our mind awakening lattes. Espresso quickly captures the natural flowery aromas which earlier filled the house, and roasted vanilla coffee beans scent the air. Milk steaming from air gushing down to warm my morning drink is the alarm for me to rise.

Nuzzled in cotton robes and plush slippers we saunter to the patio and sip our hot lattes. The daily paper arrives with a quick toss to the driveway and the newspaper carrier speeds away for others await the arrival.

The birds continue to twitter. Sitting in silence listening, we gaze at the majestic mountains, the flowering plants, and the orange-hued sky. The pink petals from the bougainvilleas descend with the breeze and drop to our feet.

The neighbors stroll down the lane with their dog in tow. Our cats take a fleeting look around the doorway. Sam's trotting down the pathway, sniffing every crack in the road and the cats sneak a peek.

Bougainvillea petals continue to form a blanketed layer at our feet as the sun rises over the mountains. The nightlife crickets scurry for daylight sounds have filled their space. Dogs start barking, sprinklers commence, and cars swiftly drive by.

The first words are spoken after the initial sip of mental vigor is ingested. "It's going to reach the mid 80s today. Dress coolly." I nod in acknowledgment and sip my latte.

The waterfall in the yard turns on. And water cascades downward into the pond. The timer keeps in tune with our morning rise and our evening descend.

Less than half of the latte remains. "It'd be nice to stay awhile longer." The first carpool horn of the morning is sounded. "I want to catch a glimpse of the last spot of darkness." I glance, take another drink, "Me too."

The kids rise. With the last sip of our espresso we slowly enter the house.

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