Morning comes with no sleep prior to two. At four cars are warming up, ice is being scraped off windshields, garbage trucks arrive at five or six, and the morning begins. Reluctantly rising from warm coverings, a finally relaxed comfortable body stretches and throws off the remnants of comfort. The first priority is always the **loo, an English word I prefer to bathroom, and then a wash and trip to the kitchen for coffee.
Not really an exciting time, but enjoyable as I warm my hands with the hot mug, and open the iPad to read the news, and more importantly, what lovely words have been written by fellow bloggers. Then I visit prompts and challenges. By the time I’m finished, morning has disappeared.