Ask anyone who knows me and they’ll tell you I’m not a morning person. While I’m thankful for each new day, I waken groggy, slow to acknowledge its presence. I’m always in awe of writers who rise before dawn to snatch hours of quiet creativity before the rest of the world has left their beds.
I think I may have been a mañana kind of person in a previous life – not the “esta mañana” kind but a “hasta mañana”, a let-me-sleep-and-I’ll-see-you-tomorrow sort.
Maybe that’s why I was drawn to Tony Cohan’s book, “On Mexican Time”. “When Los Angeles novelist Tony Cohan and his artist wife, Masako, visited central Mexico one winter, they fell under the spell of a place where the pace of life is leisurely, the cobblestone streets and sun-splashed plazas are enchanting, and the sights and sounds of daily fiestas fill the air. Awakened to needs they didn’t know they had, they returned to California, sold their house, and cast off for San Miguel de Allende.”
Cohan writes of a sensual ambience and a sometimes languorous lifestyle that suits my version of time… at least, my mornings. Eventually my days gather speed as I muster enthusiasm for their upcoming tasks. Coffee helps.
That’s what I need this morning: coffee. Perhaps a cup of one of the excellent organically grown coffees from Mexico. That would do it. Okay, I’m off to fill my favourite mug. 🙂
MUSINGS 
Not a morning person myself – have to put the alarm clock across the room to make myself get outta bed for work. I prefer writing at night – start around 8 or 9PM & go ’til 3 or 4AM. No wonder I can’t wake up.
Liked the post about the eagle. Much better than watching a neighbor walk their beagle.
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Nights are great for writing. I love the quiet… no interruptions, no meals to make or phones to answer. But 2 a.m. is about my limit.
I haven’t seen the eagle again. No beagles in the neighbourhood either.