Our week at the beach is over, and I miss those quiet mornings. For some reason whenever I’m not at home, I wake up earlier in the morning .. and seeing the pink tinged sky peeking through our bedroom window each morning always felt fresh and new. Coming back to the familiarity of home has a certain kind of reassurance … but that feeling of a quiet and purposeful start to the day has still remained. It’s like new life.
It has me feeling more inspired, and I wish I could open my window and feel the ocean breeze rushing in.
