You’re a difficult time.
The sun hasn’t peaked through the shutters yet, and you’re welcomed by the alarm that does nothing short of alarm me out of my peaceful sleep.

You’re promising, but to handle you it’s best not to think; just act.

I had no idea you had so much company.
Dedicated runners galore pant their way down the street.
Cross country runners with waaaaay too much showing pride themselves in your hour.

I need a nap now that it’s 11 a.m.
but coffee with Granddaddy was well worth getting to know you, very early summer morning,  a bit more.

I want to remember his surprise even though I told him I was coming.
(I guess he knows me and my morning struggles well).

I want to remember drawing Baylor campus on a napkin with an ink-happy green pen.
I want to remember Granddaddy remembering years back on end.
I want to remember Granddaddy getting so tickled about James reading his book on chess and Robert “doing his thing” which obviously is code for watching the Cardinals.

6 a.m.  I’ll try to visit you soon.
See you.