The Mondays of wintertime is God’s acknowledgement of myself.
I wake up to the chilled air of a Monday knowing exactly what’s in store for my toes before they reach the abrasive black and teal tiles of the shockingly frigid floor.
I shiver.
I prance over to my red and cozy slippers by the door which have been worn down to a thin layer that is barely enough to keep those black and teal tiles away from my bare skin.
I stretch.
I gather clothes from my closet, and with half opened eyes that are sticky with my night’s slumber I dress and trade my red slippers for black boots.
I yawn.
I walk across the campus in those black boots, appreciating the frosty grass and faithful squirrels who join me on this Monday ritual.
I breathe.
I continue past the residential buildings and watch as people open doors to the world as if their gentle touch could shush the tires on nearby cars.
I relax.
I admire the ears of those with steps as soft as mine, looking much prettier when not adorned with headphones.
I sigh.
I step into work and the elevator dings and the coffee is brewing and I struggle to unlock my door and an early riser talks on their phone and I wonder when my keyboard became so loud as to punish my calm with each key stroke and a printer comes to life and the trash is being collected and papers are dropped in the hallway and the unfrosted window now holds a sun fresh with the promise of an end to my muted Monday.
Amazing and Thank you so much for sharing
I love your attitude and writing. What a nice surprise to have someone notice my blog on the first day. Thanks.
Haha thank you, and I absolutely love the bear!
My alter ego. Or maybe the real me, devoid of all (or most anyway) of the shoulds and shouldn’ts of life. I admire your ability to strike out on the journey of your own at an early age.
I love the idea and I’m glad that you also realize just how much life needs to be lived 🙂
What a lovely talent you have! Great post. Awesome poetry.
Thank you so much 🙂
Your gift of Monday morning is so well written with clear descriptions — moving as it took me back to my early mornings before retirement and the routine of getting to work. Thanks for sharing your gift of writing and vision. And thanks for stopping by my blog
Wow thank you so much that really means a lot. It is truly wonderful when you have such a clear and vivid experience that you can share with others