A Beautiful Morning

Waking up the first morning in the cabin was a bit disorienting.  In my real life, even on mornings I sleep in, the first thing I do when I wake is to look at my alarm clock.  But there was no clock to look at here, and being tucked into the hills as we were, it was hard to tell whether I had woken up early or not.

I wish I could convince myself to make time every morning for a cup of coffee on a porch swing, followed by eggs seasoned via ancient cast iron skillet.