This morning as I was barreling down the short stretch of the Interurban Trail, on my way to the bus terminal at 6:45 am, I realized that my line of sight had been a tunnel straight ahead since I started the walk. I looked up at the sky, above the streetlights and ambient haze to see a beautiful predawn light creeping into the dark blue-black and tiny pin pricks of crystal clear light twinkling through. An audible chuckle came from my throat as I got this deep down feeling that nature was smiling on me,almost like a game of peek-a-boo.
My stress of catching the bus and the day ahead rolled away. Water over a pebble. I am thankful.
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