I sluggishly threaten the clouds as I slip on the clothes I laid out the night before and head downstairs to find Dad. It’s not often I get to wake up in the same house as my parents, and it’s not often I’m awake before Dad. Mom has the coffee going and is ironing laundry way too early in the morning. It’s sweet to witness her preparing his morning elixir. Moments like these are perfection that too often go unnoticed.
Gloves. Hat. Coat. Coffee. Saturday morning photo adventure, go!
Hello, my name is Sarah. I enjoy crispy tofu, sci-fi novels and sunrise strolls through empty golf courses… and introducing myself as if I were on a 70's dating game TV show. My inner monologue often aggrandizes its sense of humor, but it always has a point. I should hang out on golf courses near dark more often.