In the early morning hour, it is still.
The fireplace, though gas, makes little popping noises.
The clock on the wall ticks its rhythmic progression of the hands around the circle.
The coffee pot creates little sounds as it keeps the liquid warmed in its glass surroundings.
The walls of the house creak slightly as they make themselves comfortable.
There is the occasional snoring sound coming from the bedroom with its sweet reminder that your love is not too far away.
All collaborate with the peaceful, meditative quiet before the burst of the day begins.
A treasure, a gift, the aloneness of early morning.
