Entry #4
Waiting for the Sun to Rise

This entry is to be read in the Chatham Cadence. It occurred to me, some of you might not have heard the Chatham Cadence yet, so I broke the entry down to the way it's read and am working on attaching a recording.

Monday 2/23/15

The sun

rose

as I drove to work,

Apocalyptic

played

through the car's speakers

and I thought,

yes,

this

is what I'll write about

in this week's blog.

Tomorrow,

I will watch the sun rise

and write about

all I experience.

Tuesday 2/24/15

 It's snowing

and the sky

is gray.

The snowflakes

are the large ones

that make the best

packing snow.

Today,

would be a great day

to build snowman.

But I don't want

to build a snowman,

and even if I did

I must go

to work.

Tomorrow,

I'll catch the sunrise

and write about it.

Wednesday 2/25/15

More snow,

with a more

ominous sky.

The snowflakes

are minute

and barely visible

against the

ash

colored

backdrop.

The sun

isn't visible

at all.

What

shall I write about

now?

Saturday 2/28/15

            Waiting to for the right moment to do anything is bad. Waiting to write is worse. I finally had another sunny day on Friday. The sun rose as I drove to work, which is normal. I drove, angry at the sun for choosing, that moment, when the steering wheel prevented me from writing. I considered recording my ideas but decided to enjoy the warmth instead.

            My morning commute has become a meditation. I listen to music and clear my mind. My days are full of crap and these thirty minutes of peace are necessary for my sanity.

            When I'm at work people bring me problems and I fix them, it's my job. The issues begin the moment I open my email, which is minutes after I walk in the door, moments after I've left my car and paused to admire the sun peaking above Walmart.

            Also a part of my morning ritual, is making a glass of tea, at the front of the office, when the sun is making its way to mid sky. I enjoy the light before going back to my cube.

            I called my dad when I got to work and asked him to take a picture of the sunrise. I thought he would take Romy with him and stand in the driveway. Instead he stood at our front windows and took a picture that summed up this post. To the right you’ll find his picture: that’s my driveway, the clear spot is where my car sits. At that moment, my car, like me, was at work while the sun rose over Bayberry Drive.

Question – did you continue in Chatham Cadence after I switched to writing normal paragraphs? I’m sneaky. =)