Saturday Snapshot - Mellow

I see morning light, easing in through the vertical blinds.

I hear the quiet.  No one home but my eight year old son and I.  He is sleeping.  The refrigerator is humming softly behind  me.  I have not yet chosen music for my mood.  At 8 am, do I even have a mood? 

I smell lavender scented dish soap in a sink full of warm bubbly water, waiting for me to get busy. I taste the warmth of morning coffee, brewed as the winter sun rose, pale and silvery, on the eastern edge of town. 

I feel mellow as I ease into this day.