On the weekends I am up at 5am.
I can't help it.
Sleeping in...doesn't come natural to me. I wish it did.
I blame the years of working as a barista where 5am shifts were my life.
The days where Americano's and morning machiatos were my only friends before the hours of 10am.
Naps....those are what I crave.
Yet, even those are seldom.
My body was made for early mornings.
The mere moments of...quiet.
The moments where I can sit, write and drink coffee.
The ones when not a sound is made, not a word spoken.
Complete and utter silence.
I live for those moments.
The weekend mornings... are just mine.
Mornings made up of early runs, messy bun, no makeup and yoga pants.
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Weekend afternoons and evening are made for a little more....
Fresh flowers, trips to the farmers market, laundry, the start of a new book, nights out, my loves, eyeliner, pink lipstick and high heels.
