One of Those Mornings

3 06 2011

I am having one of those mornings.

I awoke at 3:30 am to an intensely painful charley horse. I slid out of bed and crept to the bathroom, where I spent the better part of the next hour clenching, and swearing, and pacing. And reading about a local designer who is putting a particularly Seattle spin on the look of local restaurants and hot spots. This intensely crafted feel that even larger, more institutional buildings have; a real sense of the human hand making for human occupation. But that’s for another posting.

I snuck back into bed at 4:15, only to realize that the sun was already lightening the sky. It was creeping up behind the plum tree, making for a particularly graphic scene framed by the window, the neighbor’s shed roof clipping one corner. It made me want to paint it. Did you know that, even as the sky gets bluer in the morning light, the quadrant where the sun rises almost turns green?

Anyway, the excitement of being up to see the sunrise wouldn’t let me go back to sleep, so I got up to enjoy it. I put on a pot of coffee – Starbucks, naturally – and took a cup out to listen to the morning birds. It was still so quiet, so still outside, that I could hear ships whistles on the Sound in the distance. I breathed the last perfume of the cedars at night, and went to start breakfast. This is definitely one of those mornings where I’d like to make the world chocolate croissant, but I guess I will settle for making Paulie steak and eggs, with a side of tomato and brie salad.

Poor him.