Instead of my morning walk, I am up early to water the plants. It is beyond dry and I’ve no intention of letting the trees and plants I’ve babied for six years go without a fight.
The stars are out and it is a brilliantly clear sky. The wind has a chill to it and my heavy hunting jacket is necessary. Its deep pockets give me a place to put my phone so I can keep up with the time; otherwise I’ll get into what I’m doing, begin to daydream and be out here all morning. I have to be at work before the students begin to arrive at 7:20.
Sweet Alabama! Today it is supposed to be in the low 80’s and that is a glorious thing. The past few months have been unbearably hot. Dead grass crunches beneath my work boots; it is an unpleasant sound. Lowering my head, I put in a small request for a long, soaking rain.
There is something so calm and peaceful about being outside in the early morning when everyone else is still sleeping. Well, actually many are not.
One day last week when I could not sleep, I got up at 2 a.m., started a pot of coffee and went for a long walk. I was surprised at how many lights were on. I could actually smell breakfast coming from the open windows of some. But, the quiet, the black sky and brilliant stars with the wind gently blowing was both invigorating and calming. I returned home, settled on the couch with coffee and books, and read and until it was time to ready for work. It was as if I got an extra weekend morning on a weekday. The simple change in my schedule, the positive way I had begun the morning carried over into the day.
Just One Little Change…
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