“An inconvenience is an adventure wrongly considered.”
– G. K. Chesterton
I love watching the sun rise and the world wake up. Those first few moments of a new day are one of my favorite parts about hunting. It doesn’t matter if I am sitting in a treestand or hiking in to glass a distant ridge, the saturated glow of first light is a magical thing.
I got to enjoy that moment this morning, except the orange glow wasn’t initiating the early morning frost to glisten, and watching “the world wake up” didn’t involve chatty squirrels and deer that were carelessly feeding.
This morning’s sunrise was spent in a parking lot that was formerly known as an Interstate highway. The magical glow of the sun bounced off of the Muddy Mississippi and through the smog of industry.
The world didn’t wake with chatty squirrels, but endless the texting, talking, and e-mailing of people stuck in traffic, occupying themselves with their smart phones. There were no deer carelessly feeding, just impatient, rude, apparently self-absorbed individuals shoving breakfast burritos in their face as they incessantly pressed the gas (and then the brake, then the gas, then brake) to get five feet closer down the highway parking lot, to a job that they most likely cannot wait to leave.
My twenty-five minute commute took well over an hour this morning. Somehow, in the midst of what many could not begin to tolerate, I found nothing but peace.
I woke up with a roof over my head, my wife by my side, my kids sleeping safely in their beds. I went to brush my teeth and wouldn’t you know it, the faucet burst forth with clean, cool water. I went to grab the milk from the fridge and noticed that this magical box of coolness was full of fresh food.
My heart is beating. My mind is functioning.
This morning’s surroundings were certainly less than ideal, but I still got to watch the sun rise while enjoying a cup of rich, dark, steaming-hot coffee.
The world is crazy…but life is still good.
And, in just 47 days I will be catching a sunrise from a treestand, while I watch the real world wake up. Maybe, just maybe, a deer will come my way and I’ll be able to fill up some of the empty space in my freezer.
God, I’m blessed!