This month, I’m getting up very early a couple of days a week to do a bootcamp
with some girlfriends.
Even earlier than my usual run schedule.
It’s pitch black out and I’m sleepy and the reward is deep squats with a medicine ball.

I know.
It kinda makes you wonder.

But this morning, hanging over everything, was the moon.
Lopsided and heavy.
All bright and muse-like.
Had I slept another hour-and-a-half, I wouldn’t have seen it at all.

And that’s what I’ll try to remember at about three this afternoon when I’m in sorry need of a nap.
Each moment holds something to see if you’re there for it…

Haiku 7