Crispy morning. The air is clear and cool. I breath in and out. It smells like autumn. I’ve put the babies in their stroller for their first nap.
I have a cup of hot coffee in my hand. With the other hand I push and rock the stroller back and forth. Back and forth.
In a distance I hear the highway humming. People are rushing to work. But my backyard is calm and quiet. It’s so early that the birds must still be sleeping. No wait. They’re up. Singing loudly now that I’m listening. Maybe it’s not that early.
Some children pass by. They’re going to school. They are carrying their too big backpacks and have messy, too long, hair under their caps. They’re looking down and kicking rocks. They seem sad. I wonder if everything is ok with them.
I push the stroller. Back and forth. Back and forth.
I take a sip of my coffee. It’s not that hot anymore. Some days this is the only moment when I can drink my coffee in peace. I try to enjoy it slowly.
I wish I had dressed up already so I could go for a walk. But I’m still wearing my pajamas. I had slept 4 or 5 hours the night before. It’s too early for me to be up but the babies have already been awake for about an hour and a half. I’m tired but the fresh air helps me wake up.
The morning is cold so I have put my woolen shawl on for the first time this year. My toes are getting cold in my slippers.
The babies fall asleep. I finish my coffee. I go in and start the day.