A quiet Saturday morning moment…
Uno. Walking into the living room to fetch my book and looking up to see the rising sun kissing Mt. Etna.
Due. Stepping outside to take in the view and looking down at the first frost I have seen this year.
Tre. Wandering to the other side of the house to see the shining ball of orangey-red light burning on the horizon.
Quattro. Savoring a quiet moment of watching Panther make his bed as he faced the sun.
Cinque. Hearing Maki’s plaintive mews break the silence as he requested playtime outside.
The morning light called me out of bed. I rose up before the sun. I stretched my arms above my head and drew air deep into my lungs, creating space before I bent forward, reached to hug the sun, and ended with my palms next to my feet. My chest pulled away from my knees and then I kicked my feet back as I breathed. Measured pushes down, up, down, and up, and I was a vee. I felt more alive than alive can describe. I breathed out as my feet jumped back to my hands and I arose once again.