
At this time of morning our estate is so quiet you can hear the birds and there is no-one around. A rare silence. The leaves move about in the gentle wind and the sun dapples about on my face. B-rilliant. The longer I live in London the more important the odd 5 minutes of quiet becomes. I am very fond of my early mornings. Slightly less fond of the bags under my eyes though. Hey ho. You make your choices.
I dream of getting up early to enjoy that peace... but then sadly I carry on dreaming... I dont do well without my sleep!
ReplyDeleteCertainly it takes a little getting used to, but I miss it now if I don't do it. I just employ my right to afternoon snoozes at the weekend to catch up!
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