It’s 5 o’clock and inky black out. The across-the-street neighbor’s porch light is on. The only sounds are the hum of the fridge and the scrape of a metal spoon across a cereal bowl.
The clock ticks and I wait for 5:10, when we go downstairs to put our shoes on and then leave for the pool. These swim mornings are timed down to the minute. The roads are empty and dark, and any car we see is probably headed to the pool. I debated whether to swim today or to skip it to go get coffee and write. I have a packed day and I didn’t know how I’d fit it all in.
Given what I wrote yesterday, though, about practicing what we ultimately want to achieve, which for me includes fitness, I decided to write in this few minutes before we leave.
The ice in our daughter’s water bottle rattles as she walks down the stairs. It’s time to turn all the lights out and go.
Butterfly Mind 