There are two things that happen with a high degree of frequency every morning:
- The sun rises and comes dappling through the trees and hits the large window of the bedroom, creating small warm pools of light on the blinds that slowly illuminate the room.
- The dogs attack my face. They are ready to eat and go outside.
Of these two, only the window and the light will stand still long enough for me to take a picture in my sleep-induced stupor. Convincing the dogs to pose that early is just as impossible as asking me to speak coherently just after the alarm goes off.
Lindsay suggested to add the flowers to the image; we have a slew of artificial flowers whose homes were commandeered by all the flowers Lindsay got after her recital.