So, this morning of our departure I awaken before 5:00AM! I know that it is my anal personality that wants to make sure everything is found, sorted and packed before the long drive back to reality. But silly me cannot do anything noisy as everyone else is still fast asleep.
I cut a small piece of the remaining birthday cake covered in icky blue trimmed frosting and sit with my Kindle and finish "Schroeder, A Novel" which is certainly a haunting bit of work appropriate with overly sweet birthday cake. I look around the strangely bare apartment where every board game, laptop, Thomas the Train track and wet towel has been tucked away for another year. The only sound is that of the climate control unit...which seems to have switched between heat and air-conditioning as the weather has been all over the place.
I wait, somewhat impatiently, for the peach red sunrise to burn over the Atlantic Ocean but only see black inky darkness outside the window broken by soft landscape lighting around the paths to and from the pools. Only one other apartment light on the high rise of the far building is lit in sync with mine. Perhaps someone else is wandering about looking for the day to start.
I must wait to make coffee so that it will be fresh for my daughter when she rises. I had brought some of the Mexican coffee with my ground cinnamon and she has become an addict looking forward to it each morning. We have just enough for one final pot.
I will miss this lovely
Well, I have a busy spring of volunteer gardening to distract me...if it ever stops snowing up that way.