Waking up

I'm trying hard to wake up, and sometimes it's not easy, it's like those days when you slip from your dreams to what you just know is a beautiful sunny day outside but you feel the nip of cold already before you even move the bed sheet and know that there are those moments waiting for you when you finally get the energy and focus and determination mustered to jump out or ease out or "whatever your style" out of bed and take on the reality of a superbly cold day, yes, superb, wonderful, perfect in all of its colditude... and you know you have to do it sometime anyways, I mean it's the way of the world and there you go, but on this day you full well know there are those moments to move along like along a hard edge of  a realization that you have to ease along to place yourself past so much of what you are anticipating as cold that in itself is beautiful, like the hard harshness of a solid line that has such wondrous curves that it becomes fluid and maintains its fluidity as your sight and mind and sense of life itself glides along it; this is the reality of some sorts of beauty, and what seems like a vital aspect of waking up...  And usually it's not as cold as you imagine it, especially if you accept it with open arms and open heart as one of the many privileges of being alive...