August Break 2013 - Stillness

I'm starting to remind myself of my paternal grandmother, who it seemed always got up in the morning before the sun even rose. No matter how hard I try to sleep in, and no matter how late I went to bed the night before, my eyes fly open at the first crack of dawn. My husband is just the opposite. He could sleep well into the afternoon, even though he doesn't. Since I'm always up so early, I have come to love pouring my first cup of coffee and if it's warm enough out, take it out to the patio and enjoy the calm and quiet. If it's not warm enough out, I will situate myself in our living room and watch the sun come up, streaming through the window and landing on my grandmother's 100 year old quilt. It usually moves up the wall pretty quickly, otherwise I'd be concerned about it fading the already faded fabric.