Extreme Gratitude

We never know what a day will bring. Although a great barometer is what your attitude feels like when you jump out of bed in the morning.

For whatever reason, I bounded out of bed today with glee. Not a dance, with glee.

It was a solid warm sleep with sweet dreams, I didn’t hear raindrops on the coach house roof. I wasn’t running late.

I had time.

To savour the morning. 

I packed in the usual routine. When I opened the door I was greeted with a soft oasis of glimmering morning colours on the reflective light grey ocean.

Again, I had the time. To stop and pull the iPhone out and take a picture.

The morning row to shore reasoned peace with each dip of the oar. 

I was so grateful.

The stage was set. For a beautiful day.

Tonight I nestle in with the words extreme gratitude.