A House of Turquoise and Clouds

Early Mornings

   She sat on her back porch. At the small outdoor table she had. A blanket wrapped around her shoulders, one foot under her, the other propped up on one of the table legs. The coffee she had taken a few sips from sat on the table.
   The sun rose, alighting the sky with pinks and purples, reds and oranges. The birds in the trees singing their early morning songs. The wind shaking the trees and making the leaves sing.
   The chilled breeze had her wrapping the blanket tighter around her shoulders. The cold nipping at her ears, nose and finger tips. Not that she minded. The chill helped to wake her, even if just slightly.
She picked up her coffee and took a small sip. The warm beverage flowing down her throat. The birds quietly chirping and the wind blowing.
It was a perfect morning. She took a deep breath. Breathing in the crisp air that smelled of nothing and something at the same time. And she felt calm. Calm. Just as she did when she had came to the outside. While the sky was at its darkest. But now the sky was a bright shade of blue with strips of white clouds.
It was the perfect morning. Though most were at work or asleep, but she preferred to sit and bask in the morning light. With the trees and birds. With the breeze. To her it was perfect. To her, it was how she wanted to live the rest of her life.