A good stretch. Head to toe. Arms previously pillowed beneath my face now raised above my head. Deeeep breath. Back arched, legs reaching their fullest possible length-toes reaching an inch further. The kind of stretch that pulls out a deep, yawning sigh-then like a rhythmic breath– sends you right back down, beneath a soft duvet- with new week thoughts and goals coming into focus.
This was me. Today.
Just before the second stretch- on my porch, on tip-toes, with my camera … and coffee of course.