saturday morning in midsummer.

i wake to the light filtering through the pale, flowing canopy over my bed. it's the kind of sunlight that makes me forget whatever the mood was when i went to bed - one can't help smiling back at it. shadows dance across the smooth wooden floor as the breeze flirts with the branches outside the window.

i fix a cup of coffee (a cup of plain black coffee, not strong or weak) and go back to my bed to read a good book. to stay a bit longer in the thoughtful tranquility.

these weekly dawns are the most perfect sanctuaries.