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| Diversey Harbor as day begins (JWB, 2011) |
I get up early, usually by 5:30. It’s a lifetime habit that it doesn’t look like I’m going to
be able to break. I never had a
job that didn’t require an early out, and now that I’m retired I’m kind of
thankful for that.
The two hours or so before the world starts to move are my
special time. I can watch the sun
come up over the lake, read the paper, write in my journal, get a blog entry
started or on good days go for a walk before I have to fight for my share of
the scenery.
That’s what I did this past Saturday.
Walking in a city that hasn’t woken up yet . . . to me that
provides more peace and quiet than taking a walk out in a country forest
preserve. In the middle of this
steel and stone hunk of a city, I’m alone.
The two a.m. Friday drunks are home, sleeping it off, and
the homeless guy is still asleep under the locust tree. He had a good night; Friday was warm
enough to dry out his blankets and sheets.
The harbor was quiet.
Boaters wouldn’t be buying ice for the beer for another couple hours.
It was just the two ladies in the double scull and I . . .
they, slipping across the soft complexion of Diversey Harbor . . . me, watching
them emerge from the shadows . . . all three of us part of a good place in the
great, sleeping city.
A good start to a great day in the finest city in the world.
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