Morning Thoughts

I am a night owl by nature, so imagine my surprise when I realized how much I enjoy my morning trek to work.  It's dark and quiet when I leave the house at 6:30.  Houses are dark and so are the streets.  There's plenty of time to think, watching the steam rise from the nearby factory stacks.  I ride the bus downtown; it's just a short wait, enough time to stop into Michelangelo's for a great cup of coffee if I need a boost.  Then it's on to the second leg, the best part.  Rolling passed Lake Monona.  This time of year, in the early morning light everything is gray and flat.  The gray lake stretching out to meet the gray sky with silhouetted bare tree branches crisscrossing the scene. 

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And that's what it's all about.  Patterns.  The pattern of the branches, the lines on the ice as it starts to form, the spots of color from ice shanties on the bay side where the ice has already thick.  I look forward to this time every day, a long quiet stretch to slowly gather my thoughts and take in the beauty that I could so easily pass by. 

Don't get me wrong, I still groan and hit the snooze button when the alarm goes off each morning, but once I force myself up and out the door I find a peaceful start to my day.

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