Silent Morning

I pulled out of the garage at exactly 5:00am on the dot. An all-time record for me. Do you have any idea how long I have been trying to accomplish that feat? Well, at least a year. Anyway, on this particular morning in February I backed into the most amazing winter wonderland. There was a single car track in the freshly fallen powdery snow on my street.  It reminded me of Trishia Romance’s famous painting, Silent Night. I was compelled to try to follow those tracks so as not to ruin the scene for the next person. If the next person is my husband, he doesn’t really care.  He has been after me to switch out the Christmas CD’s in my car.  I assured him I would have the task completed by the end of February but I was elated that I hadn’t changed them this morning because the music and lyrics exactly matched the atmosphere outside.   As early as it was there were very few commuters to ruin my scenario.  I could pretend it was early December again and I shuddered with glee at my good fortune.  There were a few vestiges of Christmas lights still on. Thank you whoever you are. And the odd Christmas wreath on the door.  Everything was still and quiet. All the trees were laden with snow and which caused me to wonder what it would be like if there were cars in Narnia.  The Victorian row houses laid out in half crescents with parks of evergreen trees at their centre were the perfect setting for the fresh and falling snow. Once out of my area the snow was not as plentiful or beautiful and I knew that in a couple of hours the magic would be gone. As I pulled into the office parking lot mine were the single tire tracks in the white fluff that glittered like a Swarovski bracelet.  From my perch on the spin bike in the gym I could gaze out the window into the peaceful dark – just me and the street lamps with their hazy luminescence.  This is the gift to the early riser.