I love the dawn. It’s my favorite time of the day. I love the cooing of doves and chirping of tiny birds. I love the crispness of the air and the world suddenly colored paynes grey, only to break into soft glowing hues. I love that in the mornings, my cat always loves my company. I love the combo of tangerines and tea combined with the sounds of a world waking around me. Unless I have a migraine. If I have a migraine the mornings feel violent. The birds chatterings become little blades jabbing me in the head. The meow of the cat, and yes even her otherwise sweet purring, a grinder on my brain. And the light, the beautiful light- when it hits I suddenly understand why lucifer was named after the morning light. Sometimes the pain is so excruciating that we feel we can’t survive. But then when the hours pass and we are still alive, we feel slightly heroic. And most often, when the pain in dulled a bit with the help of Meds, we pull ourselves out of bed. Miserable heros, smiling grumpy survivors.
Monthly Archives: March 2015