Making my coffee this morning, looking out the kitchen window. It's 6.05 a.m. A full moon is about to set over the top end of the city. The breaking dawn is peaceful, crowned by the majesty of the moon. The only apparent sounds are birdsong and the intermittent hum of the Krups machine dribbling out a triple ristretto.
In half an hour I will be sitting on a half-empty tram reading my wonderful book about running. ("Born to Run" by Christopher McDougall - excellent book about a tribe of ultra-distance running Mexican tribesman)
In an hour's time I'll be hoofing my way along the Yarra and around the Botanical Gardens on my consititutional 7.5 km pre-work run. Today I'm on my own. I'm interested to see what I can do without the posse. Going for 55 minutes. We will see.
Perfect start to the day, really.
(Apologies for being a morning person too)