Thursday, March 27, 2008

6:49 am

Thanks to my friend "CMommy" -- a friend that goes waaaaaaaaaaaaaay back ... I find I'm a 6:49am.

Really not a terrible analysis of me.
You're 6:49 a.m.
You're the time of day right around sunrise, when the sky is still a pale bluish gray. The streets are empty, and the grass and leaves are a little bit sparkly with dew. You are the sound of a few chirpy birds outside the window. You are quiet, peaceful, and contemplative. If you move slowly, it's not because you're lazy ? it's because you know there's no reason to rush. You move like a relaxed cat, pausing for deep stretches that make your muscles feel alive. You are long sips of tea or coffee (out of a mug that's held with both hands) that slowly warm your insides just as the sun is brightening the sky.


  1. That sounds so much nicer than my time of day! I want to be a sip of coffee!

    Actually, I recall that you skidded down the halls at school, rushing from class to class. have you slowed down?

  2. Definitely.

    Every now and then I do sneak a slide on the ice, though.