My insatiable need
to get up in the
wee-smalls
of every morning
provide some of the most
exquisite
parking lot moments.
When my spirit
is nudged from sleep
before 5 AM
I know there is a reason
I'm supposed to be awake.
If
perhaps
only to see a
perfectly lovely sunrise
and be thankful
I am alive.
I get up.
I get moving.
And I take
as many moments as feels right
to welcome
the beauty of another day.
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