Mornings in most households must follow a similar pattern, I feel. The struggle to force oneself from a warm and comfortable bed and get the day underway. There are children to rouse, breakfasts to eat, bags to prepare - it's pretty much a universal state of affairs. But something made me stop in my tracks this morning and peek out through the curtains. Was it a quality of the light, or a sixth sense that my fellow morning-folk were looking too? Whatever the trigger, it was enough to make me pause, and breathe and marvel.
And when the morning was a little further down the line, and I was browsing my Instagram feed, I couldn't help but smile at how many of my friends there had stopped and paused and maybe even felt the same sensation. Of being a very small part of something under the same great big sky.
Mornings might get a touch busier round here - I begin a new job on Monday. Another unexpected, but extraordinarily welcome surprise from the Universe. You never can quite tell what is going to happen when you take heed of a urge that tells you to peek through the curtains.