My excuse for taking an hour long nap in the middle of a school morning.

I'd almost forgotten how nice it was in the early mornings! I ended up unintentionally waking up at 5 in the morning today...darn cold. I woke up a lot last night. I'm to the stage of it where you are begining to die from lack of oxygen :-P blarg. So I awoke from my dreams cause I couldn't breathe. Again. I also woke up at 1, 3, and 4. I was getting sick of it by now so I decided to get up and take a beynodryl...benidrill...benodryl? haha I duno. Whatever those pink pills are that usually unclogg my nose.

As I walk through the kitchen I cast a glance out the back door... just eeny bit lighter than nighttime. Then a thought struck me: the last time I was up early enough to see the light like this was back last summer at Camp Hope as Jacob & I hiked up the mountain that towers above clover field. Then as I walked back upstairs and glanced once more out my window, I began to question myself... what was so bad about early mornings anyway? Why couln't I always wake up and enjoy them? They're so peaceful and quiet... I decided not to go back to bed. Instead I lean up against my wall with my arms and chin resting in my windowsil and looked out over the neighborhood from my second story winodw as the light increases ever so slightly. Eventually I walk over a couple of feet and decide to open up my window (and in doing so knock a few things over and hope I don't wake anybody up. lol). The air feels soooooo good. Not an icy wind, but not hot or even warm. Just cool. Cool fresh air sweetened by the scent of the blooming spring trees and filled with the soun of hundreds of birts. It's amazing how energetic they are in the mornings.

After sitting at the window enjoying the view and fresh air and pondering events of my week (and reminicing of early mornings of camp), I figured since I'm pretty wide awake, I would work on a drawing. I recently decided to take up drawing fantasy creatures for a while. I grab my clip board and look around for a blank piece of paper...then realize I have no idea where my pencil is. Sure, there are others sitting around on my desk, but I want my special one. My awesome green mechanical pencil that I always use for art. Luckily it doesn't take as horribly long to find as I'd feared. So just as I'm about to plop down on my bed and start my work, I happen to see out my window again and notice this one house on the hill has this crazy bright orange glow comming off their windows. Which can only mean one thing. So I race to the other end of my room (thankfully without tripping and making any sort of loud noise) and open the blinds on my other window that looks off from the side of my house. Just as I'd hoped- a lovely golden band of light is comming up over the hills. Unfortunately most of the pretty sunrise is blocked by a very large, very leafy tree that is obstructing my veiw perfectly. Darn. I lean over a bit farther so I can partially see around it... and then realize how incredibly long it's been since I'd been over there with a duster. Or even opened up the blinds on that end of the room, for that matter. My arm becomes partly covered with a buncha cobwebs....eww.

Now after that little destraction (and a few photographs, of course!), I'm off working on my centaur picture.