Cold Morning

My habit is to get up in the morning early, brew a pot of coffee, and drink my first cup outside sitting on a bench surrounded by the green landscape of our grounds. I am seldom totally alone; others are taking their morning walks or coming and going for one reason or another.

When I woke this morning our apartment seemed cold. I checked the weather application on my iPhone and found that the temperature outside had gone down considerably. It was 55 degrees. I turned on the heat for the first time this season surprised that a cold day would come up so suddenly. I brewed my coffee, donned my jacket, grabbed a cup of Java, and scurried down the stairs and out the door. I was determined to engage in my morning ritual despite the cold I expected to encounter. I grew up in Ohio and Michigan and 55 degrees there was not considered by residents to be cold.

I confess that I had to open my jacket soon after sitting on the bench. It was really nice outside. Cool. Sunny. Still green. I know the days are quickly coming when mornings will be colder than I like. I will gratefully enjoy my first cup of coffee with my husband at breakfast inside, warm, and cozy.

(The photo of cold sparrows comes from the Internet at Rutgers University, Fusion Ecology Lab, Campus Migration Log)