I stood to somewhere around first light. No, not to scan the perimeter in the predawn mist, senses sharpened to razor-like intensity, but to get the kid up for his daily football workout. Lights on, hands on socks hands off... you get the drift.
It was a beautiful, cool, overcast morning with the promise of sun breaking through the clouds and it was neat to drive out to the school as the town was coming awake. It reminded me of England in May, except hotter, without the rain and, well, the resemblance fades when you get down to detail.
The kids were already getting athletic by the time we pulled up to Football HQ; there must have been a hundred or so youngsters running around, not including the "ballers" who were starting to get busy lifting weights. And all this activity several weeks before school even starts. Well done kids, healthy body, healthy mind.
Back at the Compound, strong coffee in hand, I reflected on the morning's evolution. They say that life lived for others results in life itself.
Easy to say, isn't it.
God bless,
LSP
9 comments:
I do like that. Well done all.
G
That's always a good way to start a day.
But there really isn't much in common between the old country and the new one but a language.
Mornings are a special time of day!
Not even a language really...
Thanks, G. Hope all's well in the Motor City.
It's a bit of a readjustment, LL, but I'm not complaining. Mind you, a good English pub wouldn't go amiss.
I'd second that, Brig.
I love putzing around while everyone else is still asleep. Well done, LSP
Hope to visit the UK next year, BW.
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