Awake and Functioning

I am proud to say that I am still able to wake up at 5am and function.

I knew last night that it would be an early morning, but I didn't fall asleep until close to midnight. I had to take a friend I know from my home church, Riverbend, to the Tampa International Airport. Her flight left before 7am so we knew we'd have to leave my apt. by at least 5:15 if we wanted to miss traffic and get here there an hour before her flight left. She arrived at my place a little after 5:15am actually but we still made it there in GREAT time. This morning seems like a dream. The air was cool and damp, the sky was black and there were no stars. Surprisingly, there were many cars on the road, especially the closer we got to the airport. I don't know what it is, but though I'm terrified of flying, I always feel a rush of adrenaline when I'm around the airport. There's hundreds of people, bustling about going in a myriad of different directions for different types of trips. Some are getting to see loved ones on the other side of the flight, some just for business, and others are coming home. Flying is a strange thing. I was excited as I was driving and a little sad that I didn't get to fly with my friend. I don't know her well AT ALL, but I was envious of the adventure.

Dropping her off was quick and painless, though the traffic was heavy getting back on the Interstate. The sky was now navy blue with streaks of dark green. I love how different the sky looks on the west coast compared to the east. A sunrise on the east coast is so much more dramatic than on the west, but the west is much more subtle and I enjoyed it. I blared the radio as I was becoming more awake and alert and I wanted something to listen to. The talkative, obnoxious men on the alternative rock radio station were funny and enjoyable to listen to for a change. I pulled into the parking lot of my apartment and sat in my car for a minute or two before climbing 3 flights of stairs. I liked waking up that early. I contemplated what it would be like if I woke up that early every morning for fun. What if I drove to the airport ritually and watched the people racing in and out of the electronic doors, and the valets smoothly removing baggage from cars to the pavement that created the click click of the suitcases? What if I parked my car in the drop off area and rolled the windows down, and dozed off to the acoustics of people talking and cars humming under the concrete overpasses?

I guess I would be weird.