The Darkness Before Dawn
Oct. 11th, 2007 05:20 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
trystinnThere seems to be nothing quite so dark as the Island at 5am in Autumn. The temperature isn't cold enough to be uncomfortable but the fog is thick enough to cause concern. One doesn't drive Route 20, as much as one aims for it. Watching the dual sweeps of light from the airport beacons becomes surreal. giant windshield wipers on the horizon. As Route 20 curves and winds through farming country, the beacons are the only way to orient through the darkness.
Drawing my eyes away from the road, the cattle move slowly in the pre-dawn hours. It will be several more before the ranchers make their morning feed rounds, but this first movement begins the day. Finding the small entrance to our community is difficult, with no lights to guide me and fog filling the landmark fields.
I pull slowly into the driveway, waiting for the cottontails to clear before parking, gently smiling at the chaos of their crossings. Inside the house, the satiated dogs are tucking in for their early morning naps. I pour another cup of coffee and stretch, considering the day ahead.
Drawing my eyes away from the road, the cattle move slowly in the pre-dawn hours. It will be several more before the ranchers make their morning feed rounds, but this first movement begins the day. Finding the small entrance to our community is difficult, with no lights to guide me and fog filling the landmark fields.
I pull slowly into the driveway, waiting for the cottontails to clear before parking, gently smiling at the chaos of their crossings. Inside the house, the satiated dogs are tucking in for their early morning naps. I pour another cup of coffee and stretch, considering the day ahead.
