In The Stillness

There are positives and negatives to being a full-timer rather than a college student. One that is both blessing and curse is a regular sleep schedule. Already, my body has sensed that the transition is on the way: I start getting pretty sleepy after 10:00 p.m., and my body likes waking up at 4:30 a.m. right now. I’m sure that this will moderate somewhat, but not too much: I like having those nice parking places out front of Building 1 at TBE, mainly because I like not having to spend five minutes just walking to my truck.

[This isn’t laziness, per se–sometimes, I’ve just gotta get somewhere quickly, and it’s nicer to have a two-minute walk than a five-minute one, especially when the latter usually means that I’ll run into someone that I’ll have to talk to about something, making me later than I already am for whatever it is that I’m going to. Okay, well, some of it’s laziness, too, but hey … I’m from Huntsville, now, and conditioned to find the optimal parking place. If you’ve never been here, you really won’t understand the meaning of Parking Lot Vultures, but I’ve already digressed too far…]
Anyhow, yesterday morning, I woke up–pretty much for good–at 7:00 a.m. Some would say I was a lunatic for being up at 7:00 a.m on a Saturday morning. Me, I believe in setting your sleep cycle and trying to keep it as constant as possible.

So when I woke up, I was left to question, “What am I going to do now that I’m awake?” Blake was still at the hospital, and Todd, who’s a bear when you wake him up early on a weekend, was still sound asleep in his room. I decided pretty quickly: go grab the digicam, drive up Monte Sano, take some photos, and try to have my audience of four understand why I live where I live.

This caper is no doubt partially influenced by the phone conversation that I had with Paul Valentine the other night, because Paul asked, “So, are you going to stay where you’re living right now?” I know Paul; that was tantamount to him saying, “I know I’ve never gotten over there, and I’ve heard you babble about where you live, so I want to see this place.” So, hey, Paul, if you’re reading …

These photos are taken from Bankhead Parkway on Monte Sano, Spanish for “mountain of health” according to a sign I saw at the corner of Lookout Drive and Monte Sano Boulevard.

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I think you’ll see why I love where I live. 🙂 It was a lovely morning to be up on the mountain: foggy, cool, with a hushed sound that comes from having lots of humidity in the air. The storms of the past week have been a royal pain in the ass, but they’ve left the mornings to be quite lovely up on the mountain.

[Oh, and if you’re curious … no, I can’t even begin to see where Amy and Jeff live from Monte Sano. They’re pretty far away …]