The calm that lays after the storm. Everything is still and silent at first. In the morning I can hear the cats swagger from room to room as the wooden boards creek beneath them. Slowly as I wake up I start to hear the low rumble of cars that pass our house on Case. Things are starting to pick up.
A short set of confusion like being set in front of a big meal without a game plan sets in for a short while. What should I do now? I set my alarm clock for later, because I don't want to deal with it in all honesty. Soon I will feel that busy urge that will lead me to my car and my errands. That uncontrollable itch that is very comparable to a bad sunburn. I want to absorb as much from yesterday as I can. That feeling of doing nothing, just being for a second.
Today I am happy for the silent mornings and a final appreciation for oatmeal.
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