I’ve always been a morning person. I love the idea of a
fresh, unspoiled new day. I hoard it for myself, like a package of Mint Milano
cookies that no one else knows is there. My favorite thing to do just before
dawn is to pull on a pair of jeans and sneakers and take the dogs for a walk. I
don’t even bother running a comb through my hair. If I do happen to run into
anyone – and it’s a rare event, really – they always look like they just pulled
on their jeans and sneakers, too. I savor the morning smells: fresh air with a hint of Russian
olive, maybe a wildfire burning in the next county, and the cookie factory already
hard at work down the road. If the dogs and I are quiet, we’re sometimes rewarded with a
glimpse of a blue heron, a hummingbird, a pheasant or even an occasional deer. Surely
that’s worth a little lost sleep.
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