(150 words) mine alone

Hiking up my boxers, I shuffled into the kitchen. As Dolly Parton says, to “pour myself a cup of ambition.” Adding a bit of sugar and milk, I wandered out onto the deck and waited. I can’t remember when being there for sunrise became such a ritual for me. It is almost as if you can hear it, as well as see it. The birds start singing and chatting in the trees, just as excited as I am. The shades of blue and gray as the light starts, before the sun breaks the horizon. There is a lot of time to give to others, honestly, and it is my way to do so. But this daily ritual is mine alone, setting my intentions for the day. I make my agreement that gentleness will be the language that I will speak with the rest of the world.