I’ve been getting up early this summer. Usually waking up before 6:00, I ease my way through soulful moments toward work. Running or playing Speed 100, healthy breakfast, prayer, Faulkner time. Check the blog and e-mails. Music. Today it’s the best Irish CD I know: Cherish the Ladies’ phenomenal The Girls Won’t Leave the Boys Alone.
Cool sky teases my July brain with October impersonations. Different swallows move through it. Things to be written collect within and wait their turn, exciting me with their freshness. I retie my shoes, smiling about a birthday girl. The stopwatch is set and ready. Life is this, the thing that happens like art just before you pick up the basketball.
I do so admire you morning peoples. I keep trying, but it just doesn’t seem to be in me. There is joy in hearing the birds’ morning songs, watching the sun come up, inhaling the new day’s not yet over-heated air…
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Response from Steve:
You know, I’m usually not a morning person. But I am enjoying it while it is upon me. It’s a great time of day to let alertness happen. Nice to hear from you, Sophie.
speed 100?
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Response from Steve:
Here is an earlier post where the game is explained: http://9balance9.wordpress.com/2007/08/20/speed-100/