I used to have a “rule” that I wouldn’t get up before 6 am unless I had a flight to catch. I have 2 friends that get up at 5:30 to go to the gym or to go for a run. I admire them for their fortitude and determination, but I used to secretly suspect there was something almost masochistic about rising at dawn to exercise.
At the end of November, I accepted a temporary office job in the downtown area beginning at 8 am, and now I’m walking to work at sunrise. And loving it! Who would have thought?
The first couple of days, I got up at 6 am, but I discovered that I didn’t have enough time to write my morning pages. So, I took a deep breath and set my alarm for 5:45. Now, after I’ve done my other morning tasks, when I sit down at my desk, I can still see the moon in the Western sky. As I write, I watch the sky move from indigo to robin’s egg blue, or on a cloudy morning, to a slumberous grey. Throughout, the crows ramble in raucous strings across the skyline above the neighbour’s roof, rising early and heading out to their mysterious daily work.
I suspect it’s not only the time of day, but also the walk along the downtown streets that I love. This morning in particular was stunning. The wind was still, the lawns and trees were snow-covered, tipped in ice, and in the pre-dawn light, all colours were delicate. As I walked South, I admired the sky over the harbor, a blend of creamy pink and light blue, shot through with orange. A few blocks from the water, I saw a silver spoon half revealed, reaching up through the ice.
Gifts this season come from the most unexpected places.