It’s getting later in the year so the sun wakes up around the same time as I do now. I perform my morning ablutions in the dark and both of us slowly stretch our limbs during that 6 am time frame. By the time I’m up and running in the office, there’s a soft glow that echoes my mental wake up shining through the office window. Everything is bathed in a gentle morning light right now. The empty lot across the street is a plush green carpet and even the parking lot seems to be painted in lavender velvet. I’m not fooling myself, really. It’s still August, and it’s still hotter than balls outside, despite the deluge we received last week. But in the morning and in the air conditioned bubble, I can pretend that the sun is a little gentler and as a result, the day will be as well.
Finger snapping, leg slapping, foot tapping Texan girl who works with numbers. I like blank pages, the written word and horses. This is my attempt to amuse you via books, food, travel and the assorted spice rack of life.