Beautiful Morning....

I woke up at 4.00 a.m. And couldn't get back to sleep.

It was beautiful outside. It was cool and dark. Quiet.

I went inside, got dressed in something quick and went for a long walk around the neighborhood. Foolish, I know, in an urban area where crime lurks around every corner but I felt rather compelled to get out, feel the air, breathe it, look at other people's roses, while no one else was stirring.

Not even a car moved on the side streets where I walked. Just me. The dog was peacefully sleeping in my bedroom, at the end of the bed... She will expect a walk later. It was only me and the quiet of an early, early morning. The quiet was delicious. The only sound I could hear was the sound of my own footsteps and the occasional clatter of one of my bangles when I stopped to hold a flower and smell it.

Came back. Got undressed and went back to bed. I didn't get up until 9.00 a.m. There was something delicious in that, too.

Do you ever do that? Go for walks in the weesmas ~ for no particular reason, other than it seems like the thing to do at the time?

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