Things I’ve learned since I started taking daily walks at dawn:
- There is far more action around here at 5 a.m. than is decent — which is to say any
- I walk funny
- Phoenix sucks so bad that even at dawn it’s not exactly tolerable outside
- Someone’s peach-faced Lovebirds seem to have escaped and formed a commune in the Royal Palms around here, and at first I thought I was seeing things when I spotted them up there
- When you’re completely alone, and the only sounds are the wind, the birds, and the distant hum of morning traffic just getting underway, the natural inclination is eventually to talk to yourself. Or maybe I’m just crazy.
- Talking to yourself at dawn in near-complete isolation while revisiting familiar territory is the perfect time to run dialogue for flow
- Or maybe I’m just crazy
- Moving around at dawn makes me question my sanity
- Uncoincidentally, moving around at dawn makes me wax philosophical
- We have a foothold situation in progress re. the feline population
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