In The Darkest Hours Of The Wee Early Morning.....
In the darkest hours of the wee early morning I wake with grey clouds wafting through my brain...threatening their doom and gloom. I toss and turn with troubled as the storm begins to brew. How will we get through...what will we do? I sit up full awake and gather all the thoughts, then wander through the house checking on Madame who is safe and secure in her furry bed on the bench underneath the oak kitchen table. Another cat or two stirs, and follows me as I make these restless rounds. A peek outside the window and it's still as dark at night...and way too early for even the early birds to be singing their morning songs. With cumbersome feet I shuffle my way back to bed...squeezing in the tiny space that is left after 95 pounds of dog has suddenly taken over next to my husband. 20 pounds of white Darwin cat invariably jumps on me and cuddles half on me and half on the Ho dog.
I struggle with the denim comforter disturbing the animals, as I twist and turn some more to get settled. The Ho Dog finally gets the message and moves to the couch by the closet which is hers. Darwin fights with me a bit, then settles with a purr as I eventually settle myself. I close my eyes, and struggle some more with the dark grey clouds that threaten. Just before they burst into storm, I find myself magically transported to a remote mountain top underneath the Jefferson pine in the tiniest of dome tents. I'm there by myself, curled inside my heaviest sleeping bag.
The pine trees hum with the turbulent breeze in the atmosphere above...occassionally...a gust or two threatening to flatten the tent around me. The clouds begin to cry in tiny droplets that pitter patter on the rain fly, which protects me from their tears. I concentrate on the darkness and the rain now turned to hail. Nature's turmoil sheilds me from the storm within myself....and a I drift off to sleep for a few more hours until the sunshines through my bedroom window here at Yellow Cottage. I am refreshed at last, and ready to start a new day.
I struggle with the denim comforter disturbing the animals, as I twist and turn some more to get settled. The Ho Dog finally gets the message and moves to the couch by the closet which is hers. Darwin fights with me a bit, then settles with a purr as I eventually settle myself. I close my eyes, and struggle some more with the dark grey clouds that threaten. Just before they burst into storm, I find myself magically transported to a remote mountain top underneath the Jefferson pine in the tiniest of dome tents. I'm there by myself, curled inside my heaviest sleeping bag.
The pine trees hum with the turbulent breeze in the atmosphere above...occassionally...a gust or two threatening to flatten the tent around me. The clouds begin to cry in tiny droplets that pitter patter on the rain fly, which protects me from their tears. I concentrate on the darkness and the rain now turned to hail. Nature's turmoil sheilds me from the storm within myself....and a I drift off to sleep for a few more hours until the sunshines through my bedroom window here at Yellow Cottage. I am refreshed at last, and ready to start a new day.