Starting The Day

I really don't drink coffee much but this seemed like a coffee type of day or at least some hot chocolate. It is not often that I get to do an early morning walk and feel the air of winter, cold, crisp and clear on my face and enjoy the sounds of the neighborhood and the crows talking to each other. This was one of those rare days for me. I decided to wake up a little earlier, before everyone else, before my duties started of taking care of my mom for the rest of the day. Before everyone cleared out of the house to go to work and various other places that they do each day. It was nice just to be with myself for a change. Just to walk the short walk that I did day dreaming about being on vacation or in the country or at least in the small city I used to live in when "downtown" consisted of  two movie theaters, a few mom and pop stores and three or four second hand stores, one toy store and a few other placed  in between. A place where you could walk up and down the street and see people pushing strollers and chatting and walking with coffee and cupcakes in their hands. It was quiet and nothing every really went on there for the most part. I miss that place and it seems like I lived there a million years ago.

But, that was then and this is now. Now, the city is bigger, the people aren't as nice, downtown is much bigger and the neighborhood is far from quiet. Except early in the morning before all the noise makers wake up and go about their day loudly. Before the loud muffer-less cars  speed off into the morning going to work, school, or other places and before the busses roll down the street picking up the few kids that take the bus. It is quiet before all the kids that played Minecraft until late on a Friday night finally wake up and decide that it time to go outside and skateboard, yell, scream, argue, or just play loud enough to wake up every country on the map.

I wanted to start today, this Saturday, just a little differently. I wanted to feel the cool air on my face and I wanted to sip hot coffee from the corner store with extra cream in it. I wanted to get lost in my thoughts and sit on the steps of my porch and pretend I was sitting in my own backyard, my little paradise away from everyone reading a good book. I just wanted to be free before all the daily routine of my "real" life began. Before all the stuff began that I must do I wanted to do what I wanted even if it was just for a half hour.

Maybe I should start every day this way. Maybe.