The spirit is willing but the body is still in bed, cozily sleeping under the covers.

I just love looking at the sky, like glimpsing at a piece of heaven

As I step out for my morning break, I try to asses my crabby mood. I’m feeling a little detached for some reason but can’t really put my finger on it. I feel like I’m forcing my body to respond to all the work that has to be done, but she would  just hide her head back under the covers and go back to sleep! Maybe some fresh air would finally wake her up.

I look up at the wondrous sky. The sun is hiding behind formidable clouds, giving me enough brightness without the scorching heat. I don’t know why but it soothes me (and my stubborn, lazy body), together with relaxing music filling my head.

I could sit out here for hours. If only I didn’t have to go back in…

About yashikibuta

I'm Yashie. A Filipino in Canada. With my partner, Mamoy Gayl, we are mothers of 2 - a Pomeranian Diva named Angel, and a Chihuahua Prince named Chaos - a grandmothers of 4 pups - Hale, Ice, Rain and Storm - novice but avid gardeners and homeowners. I am daughter missing her parents; a sister missing her sisters; an aunt missing her nephews. But overall, I'm just me trying to make my mark in this big world.

6 thoughts on “The spirit is willing but the body is still in bed, cozily sleeping under the covers.

  1. Sometimes, a moment of reflection sux because it does take you out of your world. I had the same drag and it was hard to go back. Hope you find your way in.

  2. To be alive and to see the sky and feel the warmth of the sun and the air on your skin and feel the earth beneath your feet and wonder about everything is always worth waking up for.

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