Early Morning Walks

Things I love about early, early morning walks:

• The hush of the streets.

• Birds making their early morning salutations—trills and choruses I never hear later in the day. 

• Church bells.

• If I’m in the right place at the right time, I can hear a rooster crowing, which feels like a particular gift in a city.

• The whisper of an occasional car instead of the steady drum of traffic.

• Fruit blossoms almost glow in the predawn light.  I’m discovering which of these trees are fruit trees as they become bedecked for spring.

• Tenuous learner drivers taking advantage of the extra room for error.  My favorite driving school name is Hoyvoy (Today, I Go).

• The tonal qualities of light as the sun slips over the horizon.

In these early morning hours, I can feel the sea stretching out before me and the mountains rising up behind me.  I relish this feeling of being suspended between these two expanses.