I decided to visit my parents this weekend so that I could get some time in with them between holidays. Holidays are busy in general and with work I can get there for a night but then have to leave. Sometimes I just want to sit on the couch in my pajamas drinking coffee with them.

When I visit I sleep in my childhood bedroom. It has been redone since I moved out and it is light and airy and comfortable and the morning sun comes streaming through the windows. Somewhere around dawn I rolled over, covers pulled up to my chin, and watched the sun come up over the trees. I wish I hadn’t been so snug – I couldn’t bring myself to get up and take a picture. But it was beautiful. The house was still around me as I watched the light turn golden and the day begin.

And then I rolled over and went back to sleep.