Five in the morning.
I should be sleepy. I should have a foggy mind.
It should be cold and quiet.
I should be short tempered (I mean I am Italian!).
It's peaceful. The birds are singing good-bye to the night while they patiently wait for the sun to reappear. They know it will. There is no rush.
No rush. No worries. Not really - should I be worried?
No cars on the road. Well one old Chevy pickup, but it's not near us at all.
I'm ready. I am going to be the mom who is awake and ready today- ready for whatever it is that this strange day might hold.
Besides my three-year-old is explaining what the birds already know - the moon goes down, the sun comes up.... the moon goes down, the sun comes up.
No point in rushing, the sun will come.
Good night moon.