At this particular moment , where I sit , the sun is still in its slumber,yet if we fast-forward an hour to the east, it is already up ,and raring to go. I hear no roosters crowing …so they too are asleep in their coops. Shh… let’s not wake them up yet…
The further we go eastward, from my own location ,it is noon-day already … the hustling about for the lunchtime crowds ,already a-buzz ,probably wishing they had that 4-hour slumber that I had , that they aren’t getting until much later.
I live in the Midwest.
When I first woke up ,to one of my first full sunrises ,it was very peaceful. A light fogginess in the distance , as I sat enrobed with a coffee cup in hand , with my companion Henry , sitting next to me on the front step.
I thought of how I first got here.
I used to live in a bustling little town on the outskirts of Orlando ,Florida. Where I am now , is starkly different . I wake up to a slower paced life than having to hurry up in order to get to work. One could say , I sound like a retiree, and in a way, they are right, because I have been retired since I moved. I wouldn’t know how to act if I was thrust back into the workforce.
I can recall working early mornings, and it was fine for what I had to do… My only problem was ,by the time 2 o’clock rolled around, I was toast! The varied amounts of caffeinated beverages had worn off… and there I would be looking as if I was bed-bound for the night, so I would have to have another jolt of coffee to get me home…
The rising of the sun ,is our indicator , that we are able to be up and alive , yet another day ,not promised before ,but hoped for ,always.