I love it when it is early in the morning and it's cold and I am bummed because I don't like the cold very much, and everything is quiet and I've got things to do but I don't want to wake J.H. from his peaceful sleep because he has to go to work later and then...
(breathe in)
And then, suddenly, there is a big noise that pierces the silence. It is better than any alarm clock. It is my soft-padded kitty friend, who usually is as quiet as the fog (that's a nod to a favorite poet). Seems that my slumbering musician has left the top to the piano keyboard up and tripped up the poor, startled feline.
She plays nicely, though, don't you think, dear?
InPeace,
InLove