Several times a month I get shifts that start at 5:30am. I used to love these shifts because the early start meant early end, and time for other projects. Then I learned to hate the early starts because rising at 5 am in order to be coherent by 5:30am is a bear. The insistent alarm clock forces my eyes open in the dark, dark predawn morning. I try to calculate, without being fully awake, how much more time I can spend in bed before I have to get up -- how much time will it take to make coffee, get the computers up and running and situate myself in the office? All I want to do is roll over and go back to sleep.
But since I have been back in Oakland, I am learning to love these early starts again.
I sit in the dark, coffee cup in hand, working -- and then magic happens.
Slowly, the sun peaks out over the hill across from the office where I have been doing my work.
Over the course of the morning, the fog receded quietly and gently; perhaps allowing the hillside the soft wake up that I didn't get.
I was in awe of that beauty -- a privilege I get to view on these early morning starts.
Also, I have the perfect excuse for a mid-morning or mid-afternoon nap.
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