Rising early is not normally on my agenda, but it can offer untold rewards. Strong hot coffee is imperative in my quest to chronicle the sunrise. I rise before dawn when the world is still dark, and before the birds break into song. If I lived on a farm, I would have to wake the rooster and remind him of his duties. Together we watch the black sky lighten and turn gray. As darkness blushes pink, and a golden glow tints the horizon, my reward is watching a magical mist lifting from the field. A cool morning breeze touches my coffee mug, and as I inhale, the promise of a productive day stirs my soul.
Trance-like, I wander to my desk with the dawn music singing in my ear. My muse demands I transcribe the whispered stories. Transmitting through my fingertips, ebony squiggles appear on the ivory page, but I don’t see black or white. Pink and golden hues color my words, and I taste the morning’s magical flavor. Emotions vibrate, twirling intimately with the words, my writing session is off to a wonderous beginning.
How do you start your day?
Keep on writing.
Jo Hawk The Writer