There’s a way of waking up that’s better than the others. This may be relative but, truly, everything always is. When you’re happy you’re happy, and that happiness is yours. Does that make anyone else happy? Maybe if you’re lucky, but generally no, so take your portion of the positivity as it comes.
There’s way of waking up that’s soft and breezy; a way that welcomes it. The body doesn’t rest even when “resting” until it gets the chance to breath at its own pace, and that pace is here today. The food comes when it needs to, not when it has to, and there’s time afterwards to clean things back in to shape.
There’s a way of waking up that reads before it asks you to speak while the sun is still in the east. There’s tea, eggs, and toast with jam, but the first are the blueberries to touch these lips. The sweetness of the watery blue is a perfect companion to earliest light of the morning.
There’s a way of waking up that knows the melodies of the mind are best left alone. Throwing stones in the water might churn it and give it a ripple but the natural flow? That natural flow is what travels landscapes and rains dreamily on to far off places they could have never dreamed of finding themselves. The music it chooses to play needs time as much as the music I choose to.
There’s a way of waking up that I know is for me.