Seasonal Lust wanted to know about my perfect morning...it starts like this...

Alarm goes off at 5:00, even though I won't finally throw back the comforter and step out of my white downy nest until at least 6:15. The waking hour, I call it, as I attempt to ponder the day and give thanks and regain consciousness. I tune in to whatever song my 15 year old radio alarm is playing; I play a little game wherein I imagine that whatever song is playing when I wake up has some significant meaning/message for my life. This morning - I'm not your blue sky anymore by someone named Emily. The birds are already chatting voraciously and I take a moment to be grateful for my small town existence, that I get to awaken to this chatter everyday. I feel light and thin as I glide down the stairs, running my hand along the worn wooden railing, once again wondering about who else's hand has run the same course, probably quite a few in this 105 year old house. Of course, perfect hair, a flowy skirt and trim top. And the children. One, two, three, they are up and bathed and pretty and freckle-faced. Fruit Loops, Sponge Bob and we're all off. Kisses, goodbyes, and don't forget your bookbag. Then for my 25 mile commute to school. Playing my music as loud as I want or not at all. Diet Mt. Dew and baggie of cereal. No stoplights, no traffic, just miles of brown and green hills - the soil like carpet, being prepared for planting. And the blues and whites of the sky. Raising a hand in greeting to the same vehicles I meet each day. Finally, to school. On time, even! Did I mention I felt light and thin? Perfect.