Early mornings, long walks to school – my 9th grade year. My job, to string up that flag every weekday morning. Hardest in winter, walking alone in darkness. June’s early sunrises more than made up for winter’s dark chill. I loved that quiet, loved solitude of private time in public spaces. An only child I never starved for alone-time, had plenty of that. This was different, doing something important nobody noticed, completed my task before most classmates were up or breakfasted with their siblings.
While I missed what they had, they missed what I had.
Walking Gusta on mornings like this while dew is wet on those lawns she trespasses, I’m far away on mornings like this, remembering those precious moments, in junior high again.
Oh those were the days my friends.
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