It is 5 AM in the morning. I am up for a brief cigarette and soda break. Maggie is lying on the bed and preening. Soon, the magical hour will start. The magical hour is when the world awakes for another day. The birds begin to call and the squirrels stir. It is a special time most notable during my camping days. When I was homeless, this foretold sunlight on the way, and sunlight meant warmth and rebirth. Like a phoenix from the ashes I would arise from my drunken stupor of the previous night to begin anew.
7 PM today is an AA speaker's meeting over at the meeting hall. I look forward to seeing Phillip, Carl, and the others. As they say in AA, "It works if you work it!" Hopefully, I can pour my heart and soul into AA in the next few weeks. We will see what a difference it can have in my life.