It's the most delicious morning.
I woke up a bit ago. No alarm, no place I needed to be, nothing particular I needed to do.
I stayed in that sleepy haze for a while, enjoying the blue tinged room, watching the light turn from gold-edged to bright white.
Stretching and feeling the soft cotton sheets against my skin.
Thinking that I still have five days left of spring break.
Sloane is still sleeping soundly; she never sleeps this late.
We made plans last night for today.
We will spend the morning reading and the afternoon playing.
I think I might take her out on a girlfriend date to a tea room.
Then to the bookstore for a special treat. Or two.
Just now, I can hear the birds singing, and
feel the breeze coming through the open windows.
The house smells fresher, alive.
I can see trees starting to flower.
It's spring. It's spring and all is right with the world.