Peeling myself from the cocoon of coziness that is my bed this morning was a tough one, leaving the warmth of the sleeping beauty beside me was a decidedly unpleasant prospect.
We are exceedingly blessed now with a good heating system and efficient windows, five years ago to step from this same bed at the ridiculously early hour that I did today would have induced a bone chattering cold.
We look nostalgically backwards to open fires and get all hipstery about the ethical benefits of sustainable warmth. I have lived there, that type of warmth does not click on automatically at a prescribed moment conveniently arranged before you arise. No…that warmth is gained by you lighting a stubborn fire or stove while shaking with cold.
Our home has ten chimneys and all ten are blocked over. Two fireplaces sit there for effect but none of them function, being the patriarch now I well remember that it would be down to me to get all of these fires burning….no thank you.
All of the modern comforts make the earliest rises that bit more bearable, being able to wander shirtless while arranging lunch is preferable to the other options out there.
There aren’t many of us around in the dark when I cycle to work and the clock is still leading with a 5. It will be worth the effort come Saturday when I am snuggled until my heart desires to rise.
These murky autumnal mornings are my least favourite of the year, for someone who has a propensity towards the morose facing the prospect of 4 more months of this is not, shall we say, delightful.
Autumn to me is death, I well understand the heart of the departing geese and the hibernating creatures as they circle the skies in preparation for their departure to winter warmth, or crawl deep into their holes to lie comatose for a good while.
Of course, there is no life without death. It is a natural part of the cycle of things, seeing the glorious pink petals of our bathroom orchid lying at the foot of it’s pot is a stark reminder of this. Regeneration will take place, but the bare branches must first be exposed, my vine will need the frost to produce fruit and we need our periods of rest.
For me this is an odd time to find certain passions re-awakening, it is unseasonal, it is unnatural but we don’t get to choose these things. Perhaps in one sense we do, we can ignore the thoughts and rising desires, we can crawl back into the cave or fly south but at what cost to ourselves?
All we ever have is now, so if now is to be the time to rise and get going then so be it. The morning comes when it comes, it is still 7am whether it be dark and cold or sunny and warm.
Life cannot wait for a more convenient time, we are obligated to live our life now regardless of prevailing circumstances.