Why I love my morning commute:
It's a cold, damp and dark 6 a.m. in September. My feet finally levitate from the warm embrace of scrunched-up bedsheets and swing in a clumsy arc to the cold carpet beside the bed.
My body feels recharged, but my weekly mental habits prevent any sort of positive sentiments. After all - it's Monday morning. Why should anything be good right now? My dark mood reaffirmed itself when I railed my big toe into the side of the cozy bed from which it sprang not four seconds earlier. Again when I rediscovered that the shirt I had intended to wear had not been washed. Again when my bed hair refused to be tamed. Again when my bagel smeared cream cheese across my car seat. Again when my garage door would not obey the radio signal from its opener. Again when large trucks continually obscured and delayed my vector on the interstate. My mood was a drought of hope. Then, the sky went ablaze. The eastern horizon glowed all colors of Fall - announcing the sun before its appearance. The north followed suit with wrinkles of lavender and pink. The west and south were painted gold and red. I immediately thanked my Creator as he made me realize how silly it was for me to wollow in self pity for such petty reasons. Who decided that Monday mornings have to be so gloomy? Keep your head up.