...from a front row seat to the sunrise.
Terence had an early flight this morning.
His alarm went off before six, startling me awake, and I knew I was up for good. He left in an Uber shortly thereafter and I decided to make use of the early hour.
I walked a few short blocks to the lakeshore, past huffing joggers, walkers clutching travel mugs, and dogs trotting off leash, arriving at the water just in time.
Beneath glowing clouds a family of ducks treaded water, seagulls called out, and Lake Michigan waves lapped softly against the seawall. I took a seat on the concrete steps and looked around—I was alone, the sole witness to the unfolding of this daily miracle.