morning light on porch

We are morning people. My sister, my brothers, my mother was. Not much of a nightlife per se. My grandfather used to get up at 5 a.m., even on weekends. He would be in his tiny row house kitchen frying an egg and some scrapple, the newspaper folded on the table and sometimes a portable radio playing quietly in the background. Often I found him there before anyone else. He would fry an egg for me. I don’t know if he found joy in the morning light, but I do and I think of him and all the other morning people on days like this…

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