Have you ever woken up early on an autumn morning? Creeping downstairs as quiet as humanly possibly in order to keep the peace? After you brew a pot of coffee, you sit on a window seat and gaze through the glass, admiring the foggy stillness
Cautiously, I allowed myself to feel good at times. I found moments of peace in cheap rooms just staring at the knobs of some dresser or listening to the rain in the dark.” — Charles Bukowski, Let It Enfold You
This makes me think of those dewey mornings that I wake up to in the Spring. A very perfect time to read because the window lighting is dreamy and perfect and the breeze through the cracked window is heavenly.