Woke up this morning, scattered of thought, stressed about a big meeting.
Not only that, but I'd tiptoed out of bed toward our front window, having awakened to noises outside at 3 a.m.
Two cars and two passenger vans seemingly chock-full of people were parked in front of my neighbor's house, with people switching seats and making quiet mayhem in the street.
Peering out into the darkness, I wondered what was up, but could tell it was benign and orderly. (This morning, we realized it was probably their house guests, readying to take an early flight back home with a tour full of people.)
So... aside from a side dish of work worries, a lack of sleep played with my already-jangled nerves.
When the iPod revved up at 6 a.m. and woke us gently with some jazz, my husband suggested I take a walk to calm down and get ready for the day.
And lo, it worked!
Days like this, where the morning temps hover around 60 degrees are my favorite.
The air was clear, the humidity was low and the hydrangeas were just starting to bloom.