The Magic of Morning Sun and Color Gradations

6:30 AM. Mornings are free of the usual rush while I'm exempt from making bento boxes (my husband is away on a business trip).
The orange morning sun streaming into the living room is sparkling, and wanting to bathe in it, I head to the balcony. Standing on the balcony, which offers a panoramic view of the mountains and the sea, the scenery looked clearer than usual.

I love the pale gradation of the morning sun from orange to white to blue.
Or rather, I love the gradation of the sky. It shows a different expression depending on the day and the time.

Then, I have breakfast with my son, enjoying bread and café au lait together.
Without the morning rush, I can welcome such a relaxed morning.
The temptation of the winter futon is so immense that I turn off my morning activity alarm every single day. And recently, my husband has been complaining, saying, 'If you can't wake up for your morning activity, don't set the alarm'... I'm sorry...!

Even at the time of seeing them off, I look at the sky. The sky, completely dyed in the light blue of morning, is very clear, perhaps because of the cold.

The color of the sky gradually deepens. A blue sky without a single cloud. I feel excited, as if something good is about to happen.
Since my husband is away, I bought a coffee from 7-Eleven to kick off my work (remote work) for the first time in a while. Yeah, not a bad start.

Speaking of coffee, my husband is basically the type of person who doesn't buy coffee outside or go out to drink it. I hold a grudge against you, husband, for not being able to go to the Starbucks at Mojiko Station.

Even if I suggest going to a cafe, he basically rejects it; that's how it is.
He only drinks it when we occasionally go to a restaurant or when I brew it at home.

I have only been taken to a cafe by my husband twice. The first time was our first Christmas after we started dating. Since a whole cake was too much for two people, he took me to a cafe with delicious cakes, and I remember having it with a blueberry cake. The second time was at a Tully's we went into while shopping the following Christmas.
Because the number of times is so small, I remember those times well.

I have been to cafes with my son far more often than with my husband. As a mother, I feel both happy and sad about my son's growth, wondering how long he will accompany me on my cafe tours.

Cafe time alone is irreplaceable (I can write, I feel like my thinking progresses a bit, and it's healing), but sometimes I want a companion. But I love cafe time alone. It's complicated.

Just as I thought that, I remembered things I have to do by tomorrow, and my head is busy. I want to clone myself. But even if I cloned myself, it would still be me, so I feel like it would be the same thing.
I want time; I want to be writing in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber.

In the end, #whatareyoueventalkingabout

May today be a good day as well.