6:16am Waking up under my own steam, no strident alarm to force me prematurely from my dreams. Lying prerfectly still; comfortably snuggled, slowly focussing on the filtered sunlight coming through the poppy covered curtains that almost imperceptibly sway inwards on the morning breeze.
Listening! In the house…silence. No one stirs, nothing moves apart from Simon’s shoulders rising and falling noiselessly beside me. Outside the housemartins are already awake and chattering their morning greeting to each other. Busying themselves with the all important task of gathering mud for the under-eave nests that I love to watch grow into nurseries for their young. The distant rumble of the motorway…where are they all going so early? Holiday? Work? Visiting family for the standard BBQ that such lovely weather encourages, almost demands?
Downstairs… the boiling kettle, smell of the tea scented steam as it rises from the pot, swollen tea bags bobbing below, replace the lid, the cotton cosy fits snugly over the shiny black ceramic pot. Chinking spoon against sugar bowl and cups, sloshing milk…..wait………………….and wait. Standing on pleasently cool tiles, bare feet, warm sun on my face through the kitchen window. God is always with me in these first minutes, hours. Speaking deep into my soul…encouraging, loving, inspiring. On my own but never alone.
Brewed treacly brown tea filling bright red mugs, stir and retreat to the soft tranquility of our room. A disembodied hand lifts in greeting as I enter the room, a smile of thanks for the fragrant hot tea. Back under the covers…tea in hand…legs on Si to say ‘I’m back’…