Dawn normally finds me upstairs at my desk. I’m an early bird. During the decades I worked on newspapers, I usually toiled till midnight or so and slept late the next morning. It was contrary to my nature.
When I quit working for a living, I reverted to early rising. Here at the Hacienda, I get up about 6:30, which is an hour or so before my child bride. I come upstairs, turn on the computer, read news and email to see who’s irked at me.
There’s a window directly above my computer screen. Often it’s pitch black outside when I arrive with my coffee cup and scrap of toast.
Then it gets brighter and brighter.
I often step out to the terraza, which ranges from cool to cold, depending on the month. Yesterday morning it was 60 degrees. In late June! I walked around the puddles from Thursday night’s rain and took this photo.
If you want to buy me a better camera, please do.
I love standing there at that hour. It’s relatively quiet except for chickens and roosters. It all feels very good, and I like to feel good.
But being just 14 fleeting months shy of 70, I wonder how far over those nearby mountains sits my final dawn — with God’s Own Timer in one hand and a well-oiled scythe in the other.