Black coffee wisping steam and a task list on my mind for the day. I’m hoping for a good one, with stretches of purpose and productivity, because I hate to admit yesterday scored low on the getting-things-done meter. Last night’s sleep: less than satisfactory but could have been worse. I’m here, I’ve shown up early. That alone is a check on the list. I nonchalantly part the curtain and almost don’t pay attention because, well, things to do, important stuff, but the waiting black trees say, Hey you, we gave up our leaves so you can see this, and I snap to attention and bask in a light that lasts only a few moments, and just like that, at dawn, with so little effort, my day begins.
