Call Me Crazy

Yesterday, my roommate asked if I could take her 7am work shift.  It's not a terrible shift, and she needed a good sleep in day, so I agreed.  My roommates and I ended up staying up fairly late, so when my alarm went off at 6am, I was not the happiest bird in the nest.  But I got up, make coffee, ate breakfast and watched Gilmore Girls, as my usual morning routine goes.  The sun was still rising, but by the time I left at 6:50, it was fully in the sky and dousing the street with light.  Here's the crazy part: I absolutely love that time of day.  Hardly anyone is up, let alone roaming about campus or the surrounding neighborhoods, and there are birds everywhere in the trees by the river.  It reminds me of the second scene in You've Got Mail, where Joe and Kathleen are walking to work, stopping to get coffee, and they are so happy because they had talked to each other than morning even though they don't even know each other.  I love to pretend that I live in movies from time to time, and that movie is the one I could never get sick of living. Mornings like today, especially after I have listened to a little Joshua Radin, Paul Simon, Singing in the Rain, and Michael Buble, makes me want to stay in this early morning light and find a French market, buy an apple, a clementine, and sit at an outdoor cafe.