Morning Routines

Boston on our 1st day in New England
Early mornings...the light, the smells and sounds, the sense of a new day, and those little routines that make it your own.

I'm not a "morning person," yet I love mornings. Quiet ones...ones full of early light.
This morning I'm remembering our time in New England...MA and ME as I enjoy the Arizona mountain sunrise and weather: crisp, cool and sunny.

The front porch view at Nimaha Cottage in Rockport, ME at sunrise.
In Maine we were with our second son and his family as well as Tim's parents. We shared the cottage, breakfasts, beach walks, the porch swing and time together in an unstructured way. The age span of almost one to 70-something...four generations. A special, relaxed week together.

"Did you see the sunrise?" was a normal question that week. Each morning's scene was completely different from the previous one. Our routines were different during our week together as well and that made them even more special, I think.

Coffee, breakfast, beach walk, just a little bit of yoga, reading, journaling, and chatter...I enjoyed the shift in my routine.

Now I'm slipping into a new one. It is familiar to me and welcome.