Crisp Mornings are Good

It was crisp this morning. I suppose crisp is a good thing; refreshing, gives you a good sense of life and makes you alert. It certainly doesn’t induce laziness, for which I am famous in the mornings. The still and silent air hung around me like a heavy coat, only without the warmth and protection, and I made my way through the morning routine. Crisp mornings are designed to really bring you to full consciousness: cold air to shiver you out of your slumber, icy water to pull on your nerves like a horse’s reins when you wash, clothes that appear to have been marinated in sub-zero wake-up juice that cling to your body and shock you into meerkat alertness. If you think that you have had all the jolts of the morning, think again. The final step in the day’s greeting to you will come, perhaps not immediately, but it will get you. There will be the bright lance of sunshine that creeps out of the shadows, pulls back your eyelids, and stabs through your pupils to set fire to your retinas. Yes, crisp mornings are great.