This week I’m driving a friend to work every day while his truck is being repaired. He works across the street at Lockheed-Martin, and his shift is 6-4. That’s right, 6AM. I can’t remember the last time I was up before 6.

I arise, bright and early at 5:09, coff-ay, shower, pick up Andy, Drive. No traffic at 5:30AM which I’m very thankful for, and there is a lot of fog this morning, so everything looked… softer I guess… not so much ‘urbania’ to clash on my senses.

And the smell… cool, relatively clean, wet.

I’m not really a morning person, but sometimes I wonder why?

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