This is part of the grateful series.
I woke up nice and early today.
It was pitch black. The dawn of the morning was enticing so I decided to move my daily walk up.
I quietly tippy-toed my way downstairs, so as to not wake up anyone else. I found my winter jacket. I threw it on and zipped it up.
Hidden inside my jacket were a pair of gloves – how convenient.
I took my first step into the inviting morning and shut the door behind me.
As I settled into my walk, I felt like the city around me was asleep. This makes sense, mostly because most people were asleep.
I felt like the city itself was asleep too, though. It felt like houses were asleep. It felt like cars were asleep. It felt like the roads were asleep.
Just as I cautiously exited the house so as to not disturb my family, I felt the same urge to walk quietly so as to not awake the city.
Like I was treading on thin ice, or walking near the crib of baby who never goes to sleep.
My breathing was controlled and my footsteps followed a similar cadence.
I felt invisible, as though no one would know I was ever there. I felt small in our vast universe. It’s so powerful to understand the magnitude of our world.
Then, with this peace I obtained, I felt grateful.
Grateful for my winter jacket.
My walking companion; a companion who graciously hugs me during the entirety of my walk.
Without my jacket, I wouldn’t have obtained the peace I felt this morning.
I’m grateful for my jacket.
I’m grateful for the clothes I have to wear.