A Morning Person

When the day's been good by 9am, you really can't complain. Woke up this morning at 6:30 (thats 0630 for those of you in the military) ate a little bit of food, then suited up and clipped into the bike for a brief ride with mattio. After my old friend dragged me around a couple of laps worth of prospect park, I broke off and rode back home, showered, had some coffee, selected a book off the book shelf and got on the train. On said train, I began reading said book, Resistance, Rebellion and Death, a collection of speeches and essays by my favorite thinker, Albert Camus. Now, after a while, reading said book on said train, an older gentleman who had sat down next to me a few stops earlier, reading the NY times, leaned over and said, "Excuse me, may I ask what you're reading?" and so began a conversation, about Paris, where he had lived in the 80's and which I had never seen, about the post-war European intellectuals, how important they are to our current situation today, and how they've fallen out of favor with the current intellectual climate. He told me about a community theater he's been volunteering at in midtown and a book he's been working on; I told him about my desire to start writing for a living again. We exchanged e-mail addresses, I got off one stop past my stop, and thought, this has been a good day, and it was 9am.