Sunrise Monday Morning
IT’S 6:45 AM AND I AM IN MY USUAL WRITING POSITION – a corner table at Starbucks – with coffee and a pen. Like most other mornings I start off by checking the online news to see what mischief the world has been up to overnight, and then I look at my mail and lastly, Facebook.
What I see on Facebook is usually enough to launch my day and give me something to write about – but not today. All of my friends and acquaintances are either still asleep or busy monitoring their blood pressure.
Most mornings my e-mail box is filled with assorted nonsense, offers to sell me something I don’t need, and a few responses from the previous day’s blog. Today is no exception other than that the nonsense is almost entirely incoherent, the latest thing I just must buy is no more than a reinvented wheel, and the comments on yesterday’s blog are all polite, well expressed, and mostly accurate.
So, here I am halfway through my first cup and I have no idea what to write about. I suppose I could work on one of my several fiction projects that are piled up in the corner or I could just sit quietly and enjoy the rising sun. That is something I should do more often I think. Lord knows how many more opportunities to do that I will have. Sunsets no longer interest me. I’ve seen enough of those, but a sunrise is different. Each one of those is a gift.
Right now, at this moment in time, the world around me is quiet. I’m not used to that. I have been caught up in the daily scramble for most of my life. It’s been interesting, funny, tragic, and inspiring, but it has also worn me out. I shouldn’t complain about mornings like this. They are just as valid as those other mornings when my day starts with a brass band and spilled milk. A quiet start like today offers me a contrasting view against which to measure those other days. You can never appreciate the mountain top unless you’ve spent some time in the valley.
It is now 7:11 AM. The sun is up, there are some clouds on the horizon, and the noisy part of the day is moving from the background to the forefront. As people wander in seeking their own coffee I see faces that look angry, nervous, and even afraid. There are not many smiles.
Today the sunrise has given me a headstart. I got to sit and watch the sunrise. Maybe my job for the day is to supply my world with a few smiles of appreciation. I’ll give it a try. I think it is a good way to move into this day called Monday.