I am not a morning person, but I used to be though, long time ago when I was all fresh and new, just a little girl who saw magic in everything.
I remember..........
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.....I would wake up around 5:00 or 5:30 a.m., at the first light. It would be so quiet, so still and the air would be so full of sweet Mother Earth's night scents. I would just lay quietly in bed, breathing very softly, so as not to miss anything. Slowly, the birds would begin their call to the dawn, united in their encouragement for it to move in and replace the night as even the creaking cricket-sounds would cease as they took their refuge from the now emerging Lords of the Day. Eventually, as even more dominate Day Lords arrived, this early birdsong would be replaced by the familiar milk truck traveling down the block behind my house. Next, I would hold my breath and wait---"thhhhunnnk"! - there it was, the morning paper hitting the porch! It was all so predictable but all so new to me each day; a cacophony of sounds that taken together became pleasant, familiar and needed. Not long after the paperboy would make his way down our street, I would usually hear one of our neighbors begin to modify the new-morning scent of the air with freshly mown grass; that wonderful hummmmmmm of the mower, almost tempting me back to sleep. But no, there could be no sleep. I had quietly laid upon my bed for no more than 15-20 minutes and yet the world, in my mind, had already changed! I had to be quick now, to get up and start the day before it changed anymore and I missed anything else. So I would breath deep the fresh possibilities that presented themselves just off in the corner of my imagination and bounce up from my bed with hope.
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.....No, I am no longer a morning person. This morning I sat on my porch in an almost comatose state with coffee in one hand, cigarette in another and my hard-backed journal balanced upon my knees. And all I could think was, "I have got to wake up, I have got to wake up", I have got to, got to, got to, got to.....like a broken record, I have got to!" Got to what?
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.....I think I may have lost something during this journey; I think I had better get it back!
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