This morning at 5:30 am, I took my Mom to the airport. She's been here for 10 days. So anyway, we arrived there, I helped her get organized, dropped her off with all the hugs and goodbyes and headed toward home.
Somewhere along the way, I took a wrong turn and ended up lost downtown at sunrise. Downtown at sunrise on a clear skied Sunday morning was beautiful and everything felt strangely abandoned. It was eerie and the city belonged to me and a handful of people walking by until around 6:30am, when the other cars began filling the streets, taking it back from me piece by piece. Eventually I stopped at Timmy's for a coffee & found my way home where N & I watched an episode of 30 Rock before the kids got up.
It was a jolly good morning. I might just get lost downtown on a Sunday at sunrise more often.
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