Early Bird

I love waking up in the morning. The sun is bright and welcoming. Birds greet me as I step out the door. Smiling children skipping off to school, wave at me. The smiling old woman with the long white hair greets me as she is sweeping off her porch. I love watching the men on their way to work. Blue collar, white collar, chef uniforms, I even see the young hustler with sagging pants standing on his corner. Crisp white ironed shirts, nice silk ties, creased slacks and polished shoes. I see daddies walking their baby girls to school. Mamas on the bus got their son by the hand "Don't you scuff them shoes playing today" she says. I smell the bittersweet aroma of exotic coffee beans, sweet chocolate mocha frappaccino topped with fresh whipped cream. I smell the fresh ink of the morning paper, hot off the press, delivered fresh just before dawn. I watch people intently read, wanting to know what is going on in their back yards. I hear horns blowing in traffic, high heels tapping, coworkers laughing, and the wino sitting on the bench ice cold bottle of wine cracking. I see the couple I see daily on my commute embracing. Sharing coffee and whispering in each other's ears, his lady blushing. I taste my hot buttered plain bagel slathered with cream cheese, and the sweet teasing taste of my tall caramel latte. I smile as I walk by other students, employees, and other pedestrians. I thank God for these beautiful days. Amen.
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