Why can’t you be a slow moving morning like Saturday and Sunday?
I want to sit a while with my steaming cup of coffee on the porch and watch the sun rise over the mountains. To see the sky change from grayish blue to robins egg streaked with cotton candy pink and lilac. To hear the birds fluttering through the trees and watch as they float through the sky.
How am I supposed to start my week off right if I’m rushed and don’t have time for a big breakfast as your dawn is breaking?
I really wanted this today.
Or maybe these.
Plus some of these, which haven’t happened in a long time.
And maybe, just maybe, some of this breakfast pizza.
Add a couple of cups of coffee on the side, and I’d be happy.
But instead, I’m having two hardboiled eggs, a local peach and some raspberries.
Not nearly as fancy. Nowhere near as comforting.
Monday takes the fun out of breakfast.
What are you having for breakfast today?