Mornings like this feel like a gift. The window is open, a crisp breeze wafts in along with the voices of neighbors and the quietness of a day just beginning. I sit by said window curled up on my sofa with piping-hot coffee and a stack of books. I watch Cohen zooming around the living room with his flying car, and Everett watching Cohen. Not every morning is this peaceful, not every day do I wake up with my life feeling right - so this morning I savor it, drink it in with long, slow sips. And I think about what it is in early mornings and late evenings - dawn and dusk - that I love so much, and I'd have to say I think it's the peace in them, the quiet.
