Sunday morning

I hear the birds chirping as the light sneaks its way through the blinds. It is the only sound I hear, a blissful peace so rare in these times. The coffee begins to percolate, the bubbling brew joining the chorus of birds in a cheerful Sunday serenade. It is a calm moment in a world hurrying to race away from all of us.

The sun moves higher in the sky, casting longer shadows along the tiled floor. A big mug of coffee rests on the table next to me as I soak it all in. The room warms from the sunlight as the birds continue their symphony just outside the window. The aroma of the coffee fills the room, tantalizing not only the taste buds but also the sense of smell. I breathe it all in, filling my lungs with a serenity so vacant from my life.

I imagine capturing just a little of this inside to carry home. A moment of peace, a moment of tranquility, a moment of rejuvenation of both mind and spirit seized from this one place and time to buoy me. A solitary moment made possible by the kindness of a kindred soul who opened their door and possibly their heart.

So Monday morning lurks mere hours away. The birds will be gone, and the silence will be shattered by the oncoming freight train called life... loaded with burdening cargo. Time doesn't stop, and life keeps pushing me like a wave away from the safety of shore. But on this Sunday morning, a little birdy sung a soothing melody... a reminder of the people and things that truly are important.