As I sit down to compose this entry, it is 0532. I've been up for just a touch over thirty minutes, and I've already done my yoga, and started a cup of tea to brew. Now I'm about to enjoy it (and the sound of my own typing) in an otherwise silent house.
I am becoming my mother.
Every morning, my mother enjoys an early morning cup of tea (or two) out on the quiet of her deck. It's not that I've ever considered it an odd habit, it's just that I guess I never really understood it, on a visceral level, until very recently when I happened to get up at 0500 and just... stayed up. The yoga was obvious- that's what I do when I get up, so that's what I did. But then I had all this time stretching out before me- over a full hour of time to do... whatever I wanted, without interruption. And when you've been honed in the time-management fires of parenthood, a full hour is an enormous stretch of time.
So why not use it in quiet contemplation of my tea, and my stories?