Today rose quite like
any other: darkness before dawn. The forecast said and was confirmed as I
hopped out onto the asphalt driveway – fog laid low to the earth where above
was an open sky of stars against a deepening space. The air was wet – so when I
rode, it coated my eye lashes.
As I blinked, cool drops
of water washed my skin and gathered with the mist around my cheeks that
streamed down my face. There was a quiet this Saturday morning when, on the
east bank, no cars passed by or could be heard on either side and through the
barrier of precipitation. Noise was muffled. I was speaking out loud, but
hushed to savor the silence.
When civil light broke
to an illuminated dawn, the sun came up afterwards. Through the layers of
atmosphere, I saw a waterfall of orange light roll over the coverage of clouds
that weakened as the day continued in stretch.
Throughout the morning,
before noon, the sun got brighter as its globe was outlined against the cloth
of white that broke way to pools of blue. By twelve, the day was in full glory
and the temperature rose to a late fifties. By then until my shift was up
(2:30), I wore just a short sleeve and threw water bottles to my cohorts.
The prize of all: I was
favored two concept ideas to write screenplays for that I have gotten started
on. This marks the end of a work week as I turn toward a new one where I will
hear back about my position in produce or not, as well write, read, and discover
the section of life ahead. Other than that, I'm still in love with my ex-girls.
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