Morning Moment

Another favorite morning moment: When I stumble out of bed on my non-dancing mornings earlier than I want to, and grope my way downstairs, very first thing, to light the stove to boil water for my coffee. The kitchen is grey-dark, and after the moments of waiting, and clicking, the blue flame bursts into being underneath the kettle, the gas cloud having grown big enough for those first seconds to make it just a little bit scary. I love that.