Daylight Savings had me a little crazy this past week. I loved gaining that extra hour of sleep. The sun is now up on my commute to work, and it has disappeared by the time I get home in the evening. This year the time change made me more mindful of the morning and the night, and the feelings, thoughts and memories that these hours bring to my mind.
Photo by Studio Eiler @studioeiler
It is so easy to become caught up in the hustle of the day and plow through the hours, forgetting to be mindful of what makes certain parts of our day unique and enjoyable. When I started my free-write for this post, I asked myself a few questions: What do you love about the morning? What do you enjoy about the night? What inspires you? What unsettles you? What are your memories from each? This post was so much fun to write because I paid attention to the raw feelings and thoughts that flowed into my mind as I thought about these hours of my day and just…..wrote.
When I was finished with my free-write I realized that these words were so specific to me and my life that it would be very difficult for me to write a simple post about the wonders of morning and night, because everyone has their own interpretations and perspectives, feelings and memories about both. Instead, I decided to leave this post as more of a personal free-write, unedited, pure, and a little random. I hope it helps you stop and take a breath as it did for me, and truly think about what these hours mean to you and your life.
Morning is pure. A new beginning. A fresh perspective.
I love how the light creeps in through the blinds on the weekends just enough to let me know that the sky is awake, but with reassurance that my sleep does not need to end.
Before dawn, small bursts of light appear as the city slowly begins to awaken.
The buildings are silhouettes to the backdrop of the sunrise burning the sky as it melts away the worries of the past, leaving a pure blue canvas for the upcoming possibilities of a new day.
Cozy lights are on in homes and smoke billows out of chimneys. I feel safe and comforted even as I pass by in the outside world from the front seat of my car.
A warm mug and the drip of dark roast into the coffee pot.
A crisp frost covering the ground as an eerie fog hovers over an empty field;
a scene that I recall seeing each day from behind the window of my school bus, headphones covering my ears as my music played the soundtrack to the day ahead of me.
Talk shows and morning radio blaring through my car speakers reminding me that not all news is bad,
and that we can continue to find humor and lightness in our world as we laugh with strangers.
Cinnamon rolls on Christmas morning covered in white icing and sweet red cherries.
Plush blankets and cartoons, banana bread and sweet butter.
Early morning walks and talks on wet trails,
the surrounding green brought to shimmery life by the morning dew.
Empty streets and flashing stoplights providing a tranquil moment before they are crowded
with travelers and urgency.
I find comfort at small tables in cozy coffee shops as the revolving door of people
rush in, rush out…rush in, rush out.
Slow mornings are celebrated but rare and can change my entire perspective on my world.
But busy mornings also remind me the day needs me and my work has only just begun.
Spread your wings and fly into the day.
Quiet and chaos; I love how night has both.
Dancing under flashing fluorescent lights as the world fades away. Rhythm. Bass. Harmony.
Peaceful evenings inside as the the world sways and waltzes to the evening buzz.
The flash of a storm as lightening illuminates the depths of the dark empty sky, teasing the outside world with invisible crashes and booms.
Pizza and football, wine and scary movies.
Staring out my bedroom window on the second floor
as the wind gently moves the dark green moonlit trees below.
I can’t sleep and often still can’t.
But that’s okay, because there is enough to contemplate to last me all night.
Night is the flicker of a candle and the cold scent of trees.
The white noise and quick flash of the television as I fade in and out of sleep,
muffled laughter brings me contentment and the beginning of a welcoming dream.
Aimless drives on dirt roads, soft headlights and hard music.
Layers upon layers of blankets providing the perfect amount of pressure.
Crowded places followed by quiet rooms of comfort.
Nightmares and panic cloud my reality, but are followed by clarity and tranquility as I fade into sleep.
Night can make me crazy.
And then night can sooth my soul, the black ink of the sky saturating me
until my worries are coated with calm.
Night is wild and free, safe and peaceful, dark and mysterious.
Free fall into the shadows, and capture the stars along the way.
What do morning and night mean to you and your life?
Morning and night are the bookends of our day, and often tell their own story if you pay attention. The sun and the moon provide us with spotlights to shine perspective and honesty on these distinct, reflective hours of our day when the sky changes and our surroundings take on new shapes. What will you see? What will you feel? What will you savor? What will you learn?
Wishing you zest and light,