Waking

world description

Waking

 

            Finding awareness at six o’ clock early on the beginning summer morning when the air is humid, the  temperature already seventy eight. The skies are grey so that the surrounds almost seem made of fog, or the blur of sleep still in the eyes. The walker is elusive and even the sharpened senses of the neighbor’s dogs fail to inform them of that passage. It seems as if the entire world is waking. All stretch their arms in the air so that there is the muscular relief of a first known day, made

by some greater love.

            The speed bump fails to shake the walker’s outline where some non existent car might scrape the front and back. It signals as halfpoint on the endless morning stretch of length to the convenience store. The shapes of trees lessen in silhouette character and stretch also into the air. The day is welcomed as a new friend.  

            The night lit façade of the gas station fades to the appearance of the clerk who seems overly young, though his appearance might be partially true as his voice deepens for customers and a heavily inked tattoo shows up on his lower arm. He might dislike his appearance as young and sexually feeble, though he is not. He has worked the night shift though he nevertheless might wake with a second wind. Leaving the store the gray airs outside remind to grab at the hope of awakening moments.

             The speed bump comes and goes with the empty worldview made of sleep motes. A perception that changes to the blank motes of day, having been lifted by the become-conscious. All leave the notes of a song bird, having quieted and coming to the daily routine of birds. All share almost, and are radiated by the courage-joy note of day.