The Quiet of a Cloudy Morning

Early morning, I opened my eyes while everything still slept. Outside the window it was full of cloudy light. In a stillness without a single sound, being the only one awake didn't feel strange. Sometimes doing nothing like this, and enduring an hour with no one in it, is part of the day too. There are days like that. Days when it seems fine to do nothing at all. It's fine not to decide anything yet. I brew coffee a little slowly, sit by the window, and look outside. In this moment when everything seems to have stopped, I am simply here.