Today was like any other Saturday, except for the fact I was awake at four in the morning. I had been tossing through the night. I am in those “erratic” menopause years where your body feels like it has been possessed by some alien from another planet. I should have been asleep until six. I wished I could simply press a reset button and drift back to sleep, but no such luck.
So out from under my warm and cozy blanket I emerged. Slowly walking through my silent house, I made my way into the kitchen. Automatically, I reached out and turned on the cold water faucet and filled the coffee pot. Gently pulling the small bronze knob, I opened the kitchen cabinet which released the undeniable aroma of coffee grounds . What a wonderful smell! I carefully measured 2 1/2 scoops into the coffee filter and let it slowly brew. I love the quietness in the early hours of the morning. My little corner of the world was still sleeping. No sirens, no hum of cars going by, and no train whistle blowing. I treasure these moments of silence as they are truly a gift. Sipping on my coffee, I slowly began to plan my day.