Dragging myself out of bed was a struggle…

my feet hit the floor with a tired thump

and I struggled at the curtains.

Rubbing my eyes didn’t help

the world was blurry.

A light fog had picked up and was flowing towards us over the vineyard.

The sun couldn’t pierce the mist, but it made itself felt

turning everything a misty pink.

We stumbled out the door… another struggling monday morning…

heater on full, freezing cold

through the town, busy,

hmmm, Mondays.

around the bend and into the country

and then the sun appeared across the field

time for a U-turn

quickly find somewhere to stop

out of the car into the freezing air, no time for a jacket

Suddenly, with a click…

Monday morning had gone, and we had started the week with a smile.