Mornings
“Warmth in the early mornin’ chill, my girl
Warmth in the early April.”
I’m not crazy about the morning-times, especially when they show up on Monday after a bit too much carousing on Sunday night.
But sunny days are better than most and the best days of all are when you decide to chalk up your hairstyle as a loss, slap on your helmet and get back to commuting by bike.
In both respects, today was radiant.
Since the time changed, the neighborhood in North East D.C. where I work part-time in the mornings has looked positively lovely.
I’m almost always alone at work for the first half hour or so, in the basement loft of an old school-house, and I’ve begun to regard those quiet moments alone with my thermos of coffee as a really pleasant way to warm up to the day.
I’ll be finishing up the project I’ve been working on there this week and moving on to limbo and another job-search, I suppose.
As much as I’ll enjoy sleeping in, a little bit of me might actually miss having a reason to wake up and enjoy the spring morning. I know I’ll also miss seeing the charming little business in the last two photos. I wonder who goes there…
“A day once dawned, and it was beautiful
A day once dawned from the ground
Then the night she fell
And the air was beautiful
The night she fell all around…”
