I love mornings, but I hate being awake for them. Mornings are by far the prettiest time of day—the light is right, the juice is loose (sorry, I was on a rhyming kick) and things move nice and slowly even when you try to rush them. I have always wished I was more of an early riser, because it is those young dawn hours that make me excited for the day to follow. But, of course, I love to sleep, and this creates a bit of a problem: I love mornings, but I really can’t be bothered to get up to enjoy them. And, when I do get up early, I generally feel exhausted, grouchy and groggy.
It’s Asa’s first week back to school. Since his classes start at the unreasonably early hour of 7:00 am, he gets up before sunrise to catch the shuttle to school at 6:10. But when I say “catch the shuttle,” I really mean “he’s missed it three out of four times this week.” So I drive him to school instead.
I don’t mind it, really, even though it’s 6:30 in the morning and I’ve left my brain in bed with my stuffed animals. I’ve had to get up this early before, of course—when I would open the coffee shop in Santa Fe I’d be up even earlier—but mornings aren’t enjoyable when you’re rushing to beat the traffic so you can open the doors on time to serve lattes for 8 hours on your feet without as much as a break.
Mornings are enjoyable, however, when you have the time to relish in their viscosity and afterwards crawl right back into bed. I won’t be able to do this forever—well, I hope I won’t, at any rate—with any luck I’ll find employment soon and I’ll be carting my own ass off to a job in the heinous hours of the morning.
But for now, it’s a nice break(fast). I love being awake enough to soak in the morning dew (there’s dew here! And I’ve been up early enough to notice it!), to see the light emerging from behind the trees and to breathe in the clear, cool, quiet air. The drive to his school is pleasant, despite its tiring timing—the road winds through foggy farmlands and twisty mountain turns and I rather enjoy having those 35 minutes to talk to him cogently before I start my day.
He left this morning at 6:09 to get to the shuttle stop. I crawled back under the covers and tried to fall asleep, but I knew what was going to happen, and I almost couldn’t wait.
At 6:17 I heard him at the front door.
At 6:28 we headed out to my car.
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