May 5, 2012

I love watching a town wake up. I'll often get up early and head out for breakfast. I'm usually in the presence of older men. They seem to be the first to rise at the crack of dawn regardless of country or city. Next come the joggers, or mainly in oz, the bikers. As its a Saturday, most people my age (and I'm bordering the elder age) are recouping from their night out and slowly emerge. Some in their pj's, some in their clothes from the night before. And as always, before it gets too busy, I finish what I'm going to eat of my breakfast and and blog is done - so I head off to start my day. Xoxox