Everyday Enchantments

This morning I stood alone in my kitchen before anyone else was awake.

The house had that soft, suspended feeling that lingers when everyone is still sleeping. The floor cool under my feet, the kettle humming along with the radiator. The particular enchantment of being awake before the sun making me pay more attention to the little everyday things. The refrigerator’s steady hum, the plink, plink of water droplets dripping from the tap.

The light came in slowly, like it always does. Slipping over the windowsills and spreading across the counter. Poured a cup of tea and wrapped my hands around it, felt myself arrive inside my own body. Not yet consumed by the days to do list, not thinking about tomorrows projects. Just here.

Outside in the light of the rising sun, the clouds began to shift from deep gray and blue to pinks and purples. An ordinary morning, a small breeze stirring branches, cars heading down the street to various destinations. Nothing remarkable occurring except the world turning again. The planet literally tilting toward the sun. Light traveling millions of miles just to land on the kitchen floor.