The Day Before The Fray

I love the early dawn of the summer months.
The light that slowly creeps its way through the curtains at 5 a.m.
Letting everyone know that the days are long.
My body clock always seems wake me around that time.
I imagine it has been the same for countless centuries, medications that man is awakened by the early dawn.
The birds are already awake.  As they sing out their daily greetings.
I always enjoy that time of day.
The day before the fray.
In a previous career as a morning news anchor I awoke at 3:30 every morning.  And had to be at work by 5 a.m., cialis just as the dawn was breaking.
It was a glorious time.  And I still sometimes awaken at 3:30.  It was a habit that became ingrained.
There is something about dawn, link the prelude to the day, that holds so much promise.  So much hope.
When I had to have my hip replaced at a hospital in Toronto, I had to be at the hospital by 6 a.m.  And as we drove, the streets were already alive with workers cleaning them, preparing them, for the day ahead.
The day before the fray.
These days, I enjoy my time having coffee in the quiet mornings.  Enjoying the sunrise through the trees.  Holding court with our four cats.  Who quietly share the peaceful time with me before the official business day begins.
Each day starts as a fresh new page.  Ready to be written on – and experienced – and hopefully full of good things.
A time to quietly give thanks for whatever the day ahead brings.


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