I woke up before the sun did today.
Which is not really all that impressive since sunrise is around 7am these days but it is Sunday, after all.
With nothing to do and nowhere to go, I curled up with my favorite big, cushy blanket, a cup of my favorite tea and watched the most quiet Lake Michigan and Lakefront path I have ever seen. Usually, there are tons of sailboats out, runners getting their jog on, bikers getting their pedal on and traffic for Luna Bell to watch on Lakeshore Drive.
This morning: quiet.
Still water, a lone jogger, a ball of fire slowly rising out of the lake. Quiet in my apartment, quiet in the little world outside my window.
I know the rest of Chicago i s waking up right now too but, for now, I am relishing in my quiet moment.
