Mist and dew sparkles have joined my morning coffee/decksit. Also, the need of a sweater. Only of the cotton variety, but still, a difference of note.
Thinking back over the last couple of months the majority of my mornings began in the same way - rising with the sun, coffee on the deck. Joined by a changing cast of birds, insects and plants. I have always been a morning person. And while I spent much time begrudging this fact as a teenager, I have grown to love this time of day and the clean slate that it is.
With my rational brain not quite awake enough to have a say, the dreamy side takes over. And it all seems possible.