01222011

i love breakfast… especially on a saturday morning… when the winter sun is streaming onto our back porch… through our kitchen window… and falling on our breakfast table… and on us... while we feast on warm toast… and cool butter… and orange marmalade… and soft-boiled eggs… and pineapple juice… and coffee… and tea.

on weekends… breakfast is my favorite meal. we can sit at breakfast for two hours… eating… and chatting… and pausing to catch our breaths from all the eating… and the chatting. pausing to catch some of the warmth of the sun… and enjoy the silence of the winter morning… and the peace of knowing that we. are. on. no. schedule.

weekdays… they don’t allow for this luxury. on a weekday… it’s eat and run. the weekday schedule doesn’t permit leisure. life is calling. claiming every morsel of our time. devouring us alive.

that is why breakfast is such a pleasure… on a saturday morning.

and breakfast is also a pleasure… on a saturday morning… because it means that there is still sunday… for toast… and tea… and you… and me.