I love the early morning, first thing in the morning. I love being up before anyone else, drinking coffee in the near-dark, looking out at the street before dawn. It doesn't happen so often as it did, but I still love it when it does.
The day always starts off full of promise. By that I mean it's like a clean sheet of paper, a blank canvas, a new roll of film, a... OK, enough analogies. I tend to think each day has a theme or character, be it clumsiness, or long-awaited-things-all-suddenly-happening-together -- like Friday just gone when my dear wife was offered a new job after a long selection process AND furniture we ordered months' ago arrived -- or discovering and living my inner Alpha Male for a day. It could be any kind of day, anything could happen.
And then other people get out of bed. And children fight as they do. And, if a weekday, we leave for work, or otherwise not.
We act, and we interact.
And the day takes its shape.
10:48:10 PM 
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