I've never been much of a breakfast eater.
Friends and family remind me it's the most important meal of the day,
but I never seem to wake up hungry, even if my stomach rumbles.
Lately I have been making myself a single egg loosely scrambled in the pan.
The ritual of breakfast causes me to start my day in a less hurried way,
taking a moment to nourish myself with food and the songs
through open windows.
A settling sigh and it's off to work.