The sun was just breaching the horizon, to begin its routine watch over the earth’s northern hemisphere. The early morning air was cold and a bit damp. Billowy white clouds of moisture spouted from my mouth as I opened the car door. Once securely buckled, I turned on the engine, adjusted the temperature, tuned the radio to my local NPR station and backed from my driveway out into traffic. As I approached the stop sign I could see the long procession of headlights inching their way past my position. Graciously, one kind commuter slowed to let me take my rightful place in the almost daily ritual.
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