morning song

I think this is the most reliable high point of my week--the Sunday morning one. I wake and immediately my problems are tiny and my possibilities are endless. I am happy. Helped enormously by a cup of coffee (accidentally too weak this time), my second-hand fluffy pink bathrobe (I always suspected I could be a bathrobe person), the smooth feel of my arms and legs, and the anticipation of a whole free day ahead in good company under a sunny sky.