One Saturday morning

There are but a few things better than a lazy, sunny Saturday morning where the sun’s shining though it’s cool and you have all the time in the world to do what you want and you march to the beat of your own drum. There are things that are missing from an almost perfect morning but one day soon the picture will be perfect. I’ve never had such a lot of time off and for a workaholic control freak like me, having relatively little structure is a daily challenge. Sometimes the days meld into one another and there’s nothing special about a Saturday but today was special. I bundled up warmly and walked to Waitrose to pick up some buttermilk to make a black sesame cake, picked up a mocha from Sacred Coffee - very yummy. I find that I miss my family a lot these days and I count it lucky for those who can see their family whenever they want to. I have a big family, very close. I have 6 aunts and uncles and 6 of their husbands and wives, my favourite grandmother whom I go shopping with every time and her birthday’s 12 Septemer, the inverse of mine, 16 cousins. We gather together often for dinner and birthday celebrations. Right now when I feel so totally alone, I miss them. A lot. There are tears in my eyes as I stare out the big window and look up at the blue and white sky but I’m not upset because time and space doesn’t exist with the people you love.

I love Saturday breakfast. Mornings filled with orange juice and coffee and eggs and bacon. Saturdays are special days.