Intentionality

Early Rising

We’ve now come upon the time of year when the morning sunlight is already filling my bedroom by a little after 5 a.m. My friends think I’m crazy for only keeping a white curtain over my window, nothing to keep the room dark while I sleep in the morning hours. But that’s just me. This time of year, I start getting up 30 or 45 minutes earlier than necessary a few times a week just because the sunlight is all it takes to get me out of bed. I wake with a small smile on my face as I realize I don’t have to hear my alarm clock sound because I’ve woken before the time for which it’s set. When I do sleep until that time, I have fewer grumbling words for the chipper radio DJ rousing me to consciousness. Not every day, of course, but plenty of days.

This particular morning was one of those days. Daylight (not sunlight for the clouds had come in during the night) illuminated that white curtain and I was awake and eager to be upright. My legs held a bit of stiffness from the tennis games played the night before but I stretched them out and dressed for a walk. I scrolled through my iPod and let Switchfoot’s “Beautiful Letdown” take me out the door. The rain, only a sprinkle at first, began almost as soon as my feet hit the sidewalk but the temperature held some lovely warmth and the rain did too. 30 minutes of me and God and the music. 30 minutes of footfalls on empty roads. I stopped for five of those minutes at a neighborhood park as the swingset proved to be irresistible. That first hour or so of daylight holds an aspect of peace belonging exclusively to it. There is a sort of authority in the sun’s light compelling me to awaken and acknowledge it. And I don’t mind at all.

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