#sol19 6:30

At 6:30,

The sun has not yet risen,

The day is still waiting,
Full of potential.

Last year, I was already on the road
Listening to traffic reports
Longing for a snow delay
Learning to be readers on the agenda
Smiling at how lucky I was.

Some days, now, I've walked a mile,

Scored a NJT senior discount ticket

Settled into a seat on the train,

With those from 25-75
Scanned model lessons, notes,

Smiled at how lucky I am.

Some days, now, I'm in the pool,

Swimming in my designated lane,

Satisfying the exercise requirement

Stimulating my muscles and my mind,
With those from 55-95

Smiling at how lucky I am.

Some days, now, I'm nestled under the covers,

Savoring the NY Times,

Speculating the state of the world,

Sneaking extra minutes on the pillow,
Alone,

Smiling at how lucky I am.

At 6:30,

I'm heading, again,

Towards a new day.