I have this spot I like to go to.
Early in the morning, after I have finished sitting zazen¹.
Usually sometime between  7 and 9 am, when a shaft of late winter sun falls across my favourite chair.

The chair is snugged into a corner right besides my bookcase.
I can sit and read and occasionally look up and out to when so distracted.
Like when a small bird tapping its beak about the nooks and crannies of the window frame in search of snacks, pops his head up like… oops, oh excuse me but you haven’t seen any spiders around this morning have you?

Before settling in, will pad out in my socks and fix myself a steaming cup of coffee.
Then back to sit amongst the sunlight, Juno hops on board and after a few turns, settles himself to soak up the warmth and (soon afterwards) softly snore.

“Books are the quietest and most constant of friends; they are the most accessible and wisest of counselors, and the most patient of teachers.” ― Charles William Eliot

Melting deeper into the chair I also soak up the warmth.
The steam from my coffee drifts up and catches the light in a trillion pearls of swirling Braille.
I sip slowly. That first coffee always sets the tempo of the day.
Opening my book at the mark,  the ink looks crisp and fresh and almost still wet.

I usually read for time, until the comfort of the chair, and the sunlight and Juno’s rhythmic breathing all wrap themselves around me to incubate a sleepy somnolence, at which time my eyes drift off the page to stare unfocused out the window for an unknown while of content.

1. Zazen is a form of meditation practiced in the zen school of Buddhism. ↩