I went for a 5 mile walk today on this anniversary of my first bone infection surgery of a year ago. It was 5:45 am. The sun was making its way around the earth but had not yet shown its face, so my companion was the moonlight, streetlights, crickets, and the early morning on-the-way-to-workers.

I reallllly do not like getting up at 5:30 am. I always dread it. But then I am glad I forced myself once I get going down the street.

I am grateful for this quiet beginning to the day.

I am grateful Sam was able to sleep longer and I didn’t wake him.

I am grateful for an Audible membership to listen to books as I walk.

I am grateful deer are peaceful creatures and these city deer do not mind humans. I know it is not good for them, but it sure is fun to walk and happen upon one or more in these early mornings.

I am grateful for kind on-the-way-to-workers who patiently wait for me to get across the street.

I am grateful to be learning as I walk, thanks to an enlightening book.

I am grateful for the gift of seeing the bunnies and squirrels and cats and occasionally the fox.

I am grateful to have heard an owl this morning.

I am grateful to have experienced all this nature even in the middle of city.

However.

When you are walking along, deep into the topic in your ears and enjoying the pre-dawn beauty all around and don’t notice the trap you are about to faceplant into…

Let’s just say I am finding it difficult to be grateful for the incredible artwork creation that caused me to spazz dance in front of the neighbors at 6:30 am.