It happened gradually - the slow, creeping in of old bad habits. Just over a year after my 365 sunrise completion, I am finding myself lingering under the covers until the sun is long up...nine o'clock...ten o'clock. As an occasional anomaly it may be okay, but as a habit it is deadly. Apathy settles in. The idle mind gets preoccupied with unproductive meanderings...
It was time to get up.
It seems that I don't often hit the finest mornings for my more selective sunrise outings, but no matter. Getting up and out is the point. Right now the light snow has turned into a heavy snow outside my window, which actually has a beauty all its own.
Two things helped to lighten up the day: exuberant dogs, and unexpected beauty.
How can I remain lethargic in the face of Kate's ever-ready, joyful energy?
and they humble me, with my hopelessly insufficient sensory ability. The three of them found something to sniff here that caught their attention like a fire alarm
And a bit of winter color is a lovely thing.