early morning

it's 7:30 am. Normally this means bright sunlight streaming through the drapes, lighting the house with a brilliant golden glow. Today dawned overcast, just the faintest blue toned hue permeates the living room, giving it an eerie cast. I've found my waking rhythms to be internal, not dependent on light at all. Thusly, i found myself staring at the drapery wondering just what time it was. the blankets were rather warm, didn't really want to emerge into the somewhat chilly air. I couldn't just lay in bed any longer though, so i got up. I've had a few things online i've needed to take care of for a while, got those done, played around a bit. Now i find myself staring out the window at the slowly dawning day. There's no traffic to speak of. Everything is painted in muted tones of green and blue and grey. It reminds me of mornings in Arcata, minus the fog. Perhaps it will be a reminiscent kind of day.