Of Early Morning Adventures

This morning was a beautiful morning. The kind of morning that you can only experience by watching it burgeon slowly into being. I was still awake when the sun began to rise, and there is nothing quite like lounging in absolute comfort as the rosy glow of the sun slowly increases until it is strong enough to come through the window blinds. Everything was absolutely still. I got ready far earlier than I would have normally woken and strode out into the slight chill of the fog. I felt like I had time to spare. My class didn't start until ten, and I was in no hurry. I briefly stopped by the bookstore, then followed a seldom-used trail along the back of the sociology building. The sun was finally shining in earnest, and the heavy dew that covered everything from the last night's rain refracted the light brilliantly. I was glad for my long coat. The trail slowly dwindled down to a rain gutter, and I followed it up to the back of the campus. Generally, as a student at Point Loma, I don't give much thought to the neighborhood surrounding the campus, but this morning was different. I could peek past the fences of back yards, attempting to walk as silently as possible, until I reached a large car-gate that marked where the neighboring community met the campus border. There was a latch gate, and I slipped through onto the street. The lane was just as deserted as the campus had been - the kind of road where you could hear a car coming from a million miles away, even over the mad twittering of the birds. The fronts of the houses looked just as quaint as their backs had, and it was hard for me to believe that they probably cost more than four years of my college tuition. I felt entirely alone in the world, and yet I wasn't lonely. The road stretched before me, full of possibility, and I decided to follow it back instead of retracing my steps. I have never known so much about the area around my school, and I have also never admired everything - from trees to moss to cobble-stone - as much as I did this morning. This is where growth happens. Admiring God's creation in the ungodly hours of the morning.

I need to do this more. Take my own advice, I mean. I literally smelled a rose today. (And I finally have a clear nose again!!!) :D