Lisa Haneberg wrote recently on her view of downtown Seattle at 7:00am:
Observations about Downtown Workers.
She ended by asking, “What does your city look like at 7am?” and this was the first comment she received:
“7:00 am? UGH! Who would want to know that!?! ;-)”
MWA book readers know I love, love, love to start my day with a morning run (Chapter 5): At its best I’m out the door at 5:30am. The glorious thing about summer here is that I can actually get a head start at 5am sometimes; the sun has already begun to light up the day.
When I’m home my run is residential and nature scenic, and I drink deeply of the power of the land itself, and the sense of place which makes Hawai‘i so gloriously Hawai‘i. When I’m traveling my run is usually about the cityscape and bustle of work no matter the island”•those of you with romantic palm tree and white beach images of our islands would be very, very surprised at how city we are.
6:00am to 8:00am is my absolutely favorite time of the day no matter where I am. I wish there was a way I could stretch it out somehow. And what Lisa did, watching the day get started for people, is such great food for thought with the coaching I do; I get fascinated by the way that people prep for a day’s work. Sometimes, they seem to think they are quite invisible, and that people like me”• the runners, walkers, bikers, skaters, and other work-out nuts”• don’t actually see them. If we do, we don’t count anyway.
So I find I can watch them quite openly and intently, and they don’t even notice that I do. It has become a game for me, figuring out just how much they love what they do”• or not, by the way they get started.
…I get to watch newspaper carriers fold, roll and tuck the day’s edition to best stuff their canvas carrying bags.
…I see delivery guys creatively maneuver big rigs and double park to avoid narrow alley-way loading docks.
…I smile as the landscaper watering the plants in a rock garden will carelessly-on-purpose let some light spray catch the housekeepers sitting at a bus stop nearby, because he actually enjoys the way they scold him.
…I watch shopkeepers gently wake the homeless they’ve allowed to sleep on their stoops in exchange for free night security (yes, in Hawai‘i as well) and then start to sweep the sidewalk in a manner that tried to sweep away the injustice of it all too.
…Nearby, a police officer sitting in his plainly marked car ignores most everything as he drinks coffee from his commuter mug and experiments with the new laptop powered by the cigarette lighter in his console.