Over Cokesbury Village
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
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.
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.
I am lax, my body rebels.
I have come to grips with this reality.