Most of us, I think, are creatures of habit. I have become such a thing, much to my surprise. My life
used to be one of no two waking hours alike, but now time has settled into a soft, rumbling, pattern.
This morning, when I awakened at 6:15AM, bright eyed and bushy tailed, the plan changed. I decided that instead of turning over and going back to sleep that I would get up and see the sunrise.
Something that I have not done in a very, very long time.
Pulling back the drapes, the sky was lavender, blue and pink. I did not even turn around and instantly
make my bed, a morning ritual. No, I scurried upstairs, slowly (ha) and got a cup of coffee ready to settle in my favorite chair to watch the sky.
Then it happened. I saw a hot air balloon. Oh my. Then another. I then slowly scurried to the roof top and saw, in all its glory, the sky, the distant mountains..........and the two hot air balloons. By now it was not even 7:30AM.
There is a whole other world at that time of the morning. Complete silence up here on the hill except for the slight swoosh of the hot air balloons in the distance.
A feeling of complete contentment entered as I watched a scene that could have been out of a movie.
Then it happened again, a sound. I looked up and it was the white ibis heading up over the edge of the mountain to the Botanical Gardens. The sound that I heard..........their wings flapping.
No one could plan for such an exquisite experience. The Universe just decided to present it this morning and I just happened to be around to enjoy it.
I think I need to head to the roof terrace more often. The whole morning has been an experience of peacefulness and contentment.