Saturday morning I went to bed around 2 AM. Chris and I had plans to go to lunch with a group of friends, and I figured I’d sleep up until the last possible minute because, well, I am not a morning person. I don’t mind being up early, it’s the getting out of bed part that I hate. I’ve always liked staying up late and sleeping in, even though I know that most people don’t operate on that schedule.
This day was different, though. I woke up around 8 feeling amazingly refreshed and decided not to turn over and go back to sleep. As I made my way to the shower, I spotted the window in my bathroom, covered in frost that was just about to be annihilated by the rays of the morning Sun.
I don’t even know how to put into words how beautiful this was to see, how blessed I feel that I was able to experience this and capture this image, and how much it made me ponder the temporal nature of all things.
What I do know is that I am grateful that I didn’t miss this. For some reason I chose to be awake, and this simple, natural reward, this once in a lifetime work of art, is now something I get to see and remember the rest of my days.