When you get out of bed on a misty morning, to me it’s like the world is still sleeping. Everything is cuddled up under its misty blanket. The covers are pulled tight around the trees. And everything just seems a little sleepy. Like the morning decided it’s sleeping in today. 

It feels good to me. Even without my knowledge, it forces me to slow down. Mimic its sleepy stillness. Linger just a little longer. Literally slowing down on early morning drives. Hunched forward squinting, subconsciously loving seeing the world closed off. Not sure what’s coming. 

The world saying don’t go. Stay in bed. Just for today.