It’s 6am now. I still have another 1 or 2 more hours before its time for me to rise. But the sun has already risen and my mind will not stop chattering.
I wake up early every morning. I like the dense taste of fresh air and the songs of animal life greeting the day. During the English summer, the sun comes out to see me very early, very eagerly. I call my man ‘My Sunshine’ for the same reason too.
Morning usually is filled with a bowl of quaker oats [they call it porridge in England!] and dance yoga. Normally a confused mix of Kathak, yoga, and Flamenco.
But Natasha, it’s too early for that. Soja…