the other morning i drove across the state of georgia in the wee hours of the morning. listening to “catching fire” and holding on to a cup of coffee like a broken crutch. the heat coming out just as fast as the cool air coming in through the open windows, my favorite. as the first morning light started to infuse the black sky i made a mental note, “you are about to watch the sunrise, make it memorable.” i turned off the audio book and started playing all the songs that i feel one should listen to when watching the world come alive in the season when everything starts to die. smiling, more confident in the skills of my coffee to wake me up. i can’t remember the last time i watched the sunrise, but i love it, i mean who doesn’t, but i love doing it alone, there is no better way to remember, yeah, i’m still doing this thing aren’t i?
