The screaming alarm awakens the senses to the new day. Each experience contains opportunity for being thankful. Hearing the morning alarm means my ears are working. Somehow the sound of the alarm vibrates the air and my ear processes it. My brain shifts gears. My mind goes from dreaming to screaming as it processes the sound. Leaping up from the bed I note the pounding in my chest. My heart is pumping properly, adrenal glands are functioning quite nicely too. My feet feel the cold tile as I head toward the coffee pot.
Making the morning coffee centers me. I grind the beans until I no longer hear chunks being decimated (ears still working). The coffee is measured out; cold water is poured into the machine. I press the switch to begin brewing. The smell of coffee permeates the kitchen…..
Orange juice is another morning enjoyment. Drinking orange juice is a three-dimensional delight for me. There is the sweet taste and the feel of pulp on the tongue. I realize too that there is a memory component. Drinking good orange juice I remember great breakfasts out; such as sitting on the Omelette Parlor (or the Summerland Beach Café) patio with a view of the ocean. I think back on late nights at a friends house during college; where grabbing a glass of orange juice before driving home became ritual. Then too there were the Alta Dena milk-man deliveries in
Thousand Oaks; where we’d
get fresh milk and fresh-squeezed orange juice right to our doorstep.
The body and all my senses react as I open the front door with one hand while the other holds a hot white mug. The heat from the cup contrasts the blast of cold as I walk to my car in brisk morning. My eyes take in the stars; light against the still-dark sky. I set the cup on the dashboard. Steam clouds the window. Starting the car and grasping cup in hand I leave morning behind me and head off to face another day.