I love the early morning and the feeling of “nothing to do, nowhere to go” that, for me, anyway, comes along with it. I plop down in my favorite chair next to the window and rest my thermal cup of coffee on the sill; a book or two for inspiration within reach (Born for Love: Reflections on Loving by Leo Buscaglia for example). Weather permitting, as was the case this morning, I open the window and invite the fresh air and sounds of the outside world in to join me: the cool breeze navigating its way through the crisp, autumn leaves, the faint howl of a dog off in the distance, and, according to the app on my phone, among others, the birdsong of the blue jay, American crow, and European starling.
Nothing to do and nowhere to go . . . if only for the moment.