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Just Me,
The Quiet,
And The Sun

I'm not a morning person. I often wake up groggy and in the dark, dreading the cold waiting outside my blankets. But my favorite mornings, when I wake up on my own time, are when I wake up to the sun. I tiptoe down the stairs, everything quiet. Those few, silent moments, when my house is settled. There's no one working or cooking or running around. No voices to be heard. Just me, the quiet, and the sun. The sun reflecting off of the fresh white snow that covers the front yard like a blanket and through the window. The big window right on the front of my house. I like to stand in that sunlight. Those gentle warm beams on my face. Its so serene it feels unreal sometimes. To have a moment, just to myself, when no one has to worry about anything that could be going on. You can see the dust in the air, but its like magic. It shows you something that you never even think about being there. But they are there. Those little wisps of almost nothing. Those are my favorite mornings. Those quiet, gentle times before anyone is awake or any of the commotion of the day has begun. Its nice because it makes it easier to cope with life. It tells me that there will be quiet, happy times when I don't need to worry about everything. It tells me that even after everything that happens and that we go through, there won't always be stress and commotion. There will be peace. There will be sunlight. There will be serenity.

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