Six am

Its six in the morning and I'm awake. Sleep won't come again tonight. The sun has already risen, and it's a glorious morning.

Lying in bed five minutes ago, I felt frustrated to wake so early on a Saturday, on a day where I don't have to rush myself and the children out and about our days.

Out here in the garden now, standing in the wet, overly long grass, I'm glad I woke early. I can relish these few quiet hours before the world begins its bustle again.