It's dark still.
That'll change quickly, I remind myself as my coworker begins his westward walk home.
I see him silhouetted
against the dark orange hues of the sun hinting that it will soon rise
to start the day. I slowly realize that I'm one of the few people awake in my quiet little town.
There's not even a car coming from the usually busy highway,
yet somehow, all around me the world is coming to life.
Eagerly, I await the inevitable
flow of customers, but still manage to find contentment
in the handful of little sounds that will, in one or two short hours be drowned out
by the sounds of traffic and people, and they're always
in a hurry.
Days like this have become far too rare. Often, I too am far too hurried
and up far too late to appreciate the gentle chirps of a nearby robin
as I watch the day begin.
Though I feel my soul has been born anew
from these moments of peace,
I can't help but feel slightly melancholy
as I crush out my cigarette
and walk back into the store to greet the day's first customer.
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