Every morning I wake and honestly thank God for another day to serve Him, but my day starts early so I try to be quiet when Iím talking to Him. Long before the crack of eggs Iím cleaned up and in my office. Many times it will be a few hours before the sun rises when I start work.
I love stopping for a moment and peering into the ink stained blackness around me and the viewing pinpricks of heaven catching a bit of celestial beauty. The glorious wonder of creation can be overwhelming so early in the morning or perhaps it is a feeling most often associated with sleep deprivation.
As would seem reasonable I am the first person in the office and there have been those moments I have had to fight June Bugs for space at the front door. Oh, thereís also the stray tarantula, but thatís only in autumn and Iím told they donít bite. OkayÖ whatever, Iím still tap dancing.
On the plus side I do get to go home for lunch Ė and stay there. This is the time when I do the majority of my writing. I can put music in the CD that only I have a full appreciation for and write without the interruption of children now fully entrenched in the school year.
Ah, itís a blessed time of refreshment and solace in the semi-plush confines of my basement. Alone with the occasional arachnid determined to conquer the big guy at the computer. I have sent many to their eternal reward primarily through the porcelain vortex conveniently located near the laundry room.
In order to retain my sanity I usually go to bed at a time situated between sundown and just after supper. Itís not always conducive to a positive dream cycle, but once Iím through therapy I will likely have some stories to share, mostly living a chicken named Earl and kelp.
When you get up as early as I do you get to see things most others donít. Now, I will agree it has something to do with their eyes being closed at the same time I am actually viewing early morning life, but humor me, would ya?
I have seen an opossum running across the neighborís yard staring at me in a manner I can only describe as spiteful. I have seen deer unhappy that a two-legged animal uncovered their dark deeds of night. It would seem they get rankled when you actually see them eating small trees. I am certain they believe we donít have a clue about that.
Even birds are sleeping that early in the morning, although I did get to see a red fox and on my honor I will say that it was dancing under a streetlight. I paused on my way to the car and watched as it tried to jump and catch the light. I was absolutely caught up in the moment when a sound sent a cold shiver down my spine, my adrenaline raced and just like that the fox was gone leaving me alone to deal with a stupid cat.
Oh, I know in defense of the cat it should be noted she ambled though the neighborhood and just happened to stumble across someone that might know where to find mice. I didnít.
I must admit I am prone to seeking out the beauty around me. I love to catch sunrises and sunsets whenever possible. I will intentionally seek out parks, mountains and streams for their serenity, beauty and picturesque quality.
I have to think God created this early morning beauty for my enjoyment and an occasional adrenaline rush.
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