I roll out of the bed at 5:00 a.m. I stretch, pull on my shorts and shoes, and am soon ready for my walk.
"Can't you sleep in just this morning?" Rosa moans as I sit on the edge of the bed.
"I'll bring you some breakfast," I tell her as I walk out of the bedroom and out the front door of my house.
It is a beautiful pre-dawn morning. I crane my neck to the sky to soak in the starlit sky. The Big Dipper greets me as I look. I wistfully think of all the thousands before me that saw such a view. It all feels so timeless and ageless. Soon, Venus, the harbinger of the sun, is climbing to the east followed by the first light of dawn.
Merl greets me with a hearty "hello" as I take a seat in her diner. I order a ham and cheese omelet as I listen to the boisterous railroad worker's banter over their meals. I hear the scraping of their forks across their plates and the rhythmic sound of their chewing to the radio playing in the corner. I wonder where the rails will take them today and envy them of their jobs. I so long to be employed these days -- to have a purpose for this meandering existence.
I think about how this day is just going to be as good as I make it as I eat. I could sit and wallow in self pity or I could tackle this day with aplomb. Aplomb, it is I decide. I pay for my meal and leave Merl's noticing the now orange sliver on the horizon foretelling the sun is about to rise. I breath in deeply the cool morning air and head for home. It is going to be an exciting day waiting for my camera to arrive. I almost can't wait.