Sunrise Over Cokesbury Village

The sunrise is different every day, every season.   I love it best in the fall, with the bare trees silhouetted by the early dawn.  After a trip to the bathroom in the early morning, I pull back the draperies, snuggle back in bed and watch, with fascination, the unfolding drama.  I think of dawns in other locales, long for Ed to share the awe with me.

I remember the smell of dawn over the Rocky Mountains, dawn on Garniers Bayou, and Bay St. Louis, and the heavy air of dawn in New Orleans.

I feel the need for coffee, but can no longer make a quick cup to drink in bed, for now early morning means testing for blood sugar, weighing, medications at exact times, and diet as strict as medication.  If I am precise in my regimen, I have energy, joy, clear mind and steady heartbeat.   When I am lax, my body rebels.

I have come to grips with this reality.