” alt=”" width=”572″ height=”614″ />I have early mornings now. 6am. My bike commute to the middle school I work at takes me across town while the sun is rising.
I cross Congress Street Bridge and watch the reflection of cumulonimbus clouds skate across Ladybird Lake.
I stop for dollar coffees, and wait in line

alongside tattooed contractors, jogging mommies, and retired ladies who walk their dogs to socialize.
Most of the posh shopping on Congress Street does not rouse until the early afternoon, so I spend time looking at window displays.
The residual rain from gulf hurricanes snuggle Austin in curtained showers.
I spend afternoons alone, lounging in 30s silk dressing gowns, burning my bean and potato dinners.