In The Morning

Every morning I remind myself: "need to get curtains." Bright sunshine is a fine way to wake up, but not at five in the morning. When your this high up even dawn can sting your eyes
           
"Need to get curtains," I think as my eyes adjust to the morning. The room coming into focus, the walls tinted a bloody orange by daybreak shining through the bedroom window. She is still curled up in the covers. Most of her is hidden, swimming in our marshmallow comforter. The only sign of life being her auburn hair splayed over the pillows and her leg outstretched and jutting off the side of the bed. From the hip to the hamstring, thigh to the toe, there is no doubt about it, that's a ladies leg. Toned muscles from a love of dance and tiny ballerina  feet, it's just a leg. but its the sexiest thing in the world to me.
The orange tint of morning dims as a group of clouds floats past the window sending playful shadows to dance across her hair and sheets and onto that leg.
Yeah, I could get curtains. But then I'd miss this everyday.

I enjoy my breakfast at the island in the kitchen. The bay doors open so I can look at the garden. Fruits, veggies, some chickens and pigs trot around as if nothing was out of the ordinary. Got to love that about animals, completely content in any surrounding. Animals and children can do that, something about being an adult makes it nearly impossible.

Outside in the garden I bury my feet in the dirt, hiding my toes near the roots of my carrots. The morning breeze is perfect, as gentle as a pat on the shoulder. If anyone could see me now, they get quite the show. Black man with a three year-afro his eyes rolled back in extascy as the morning breeze went over his naked body. This is the only way to wake up.

At the edge of the garden I look at our house, small and simple, by no means a mansion but most certainly a castle. Built by us, for us, from our dreams. Had to go through so much to get it. So much even more to keep it. Nothing comes easy and some dreams only come true if you bleed for them.

But that was so long ago.I haven't felt those pains in so many nights they feel like they happened to someone else. At the edge of the garden I skip over the tiny wooden picket fence, right up to the edge of this land. Where the rest of the world waits for us to come back. Anywhere I look I'm surrounded by blue. The sky goes on forever around me and below me, as I look down over the edge, thousands of feet down below the clouds and migrating birds is the ocean. As blue as the sky, even all the way up hear I can hear it moving up and down like it was breathing. Or is that my chest, taking deep heaving breaths, completely awestruck again by everything. Still haven't adapted to this. It's still so wonderful it takes my breath away.
The clump of soil and rock and root and grass that floats weightless over the waves. The ocean looks up to me and I down to it, fighting the urge to jump in.
Dolphins swim along the shadow we pull along the water, jumping and calling out to us.
From here they look like trout and that takes some getting used to as well.