Bed by 8:30, book down at 9:00. The next time my eyes opened it was at 11:15 PM. After that I slept soundly but woke often until the alarm at 6:15. I hit snooze twice. If I didn’t have to go to work today I would have just turned the alarm off and shut my eyes indefinitely. Ah, sleep. My favorite, especially when the mornings are cold, crystals hanging in the air, frozen and still.
I am at a noisy neighborhood coffee shop trying to get some work done. But there is a mother eating with her daughter and her daughter is throwing toys to the ground. There is a staff member, the owner maybe, whose voice is loud, loud, loud and she shouts when she speaks to customers and it washes against the concrete floor and the high ceilings but the conversation is friendly and upbeat. Topical. The rubber soles of shoes squeak on the floor and the sound is sudden.
There is only a single cloud in the sky hovering behind Canmore in the Spray Valley. Furnace exhaust rises in steady, billowing lines above houses. Light from the late rising sun finally finds the Bow Valley and drapes itself against gray limestone walls, and blankets the ground to shatter the cold.