The early thing is becoming second nature, like putting on chamois cream or airing up the tires, just what is done. When the day fills I have to push it out into the margins that were empty before, wait for the coffee and the food, get up, get out and get done. The coyote looked at me maybe wondering why I was in his day, what my angle was to take a piece of the morning that was his and is now ours.
Morning pushed through, little early summer detour on the path. Poop loop with number 1, crisp and happy, enough to look at the flowers on the ground and see what the foxes and bears did last night. Too early in the day to have any clarity worth banking on, get on the bike and sort things out.