Sometimes when I am driving my FedEx
truck in the morning, if the clouds are right, and if I am awake
enough to see it, and if I'm not stressed about late packages, I'm
amazed by the sunrise. I ought to be amazed by it everyday. I'll
catch a glimpse of pink light in my side mirror, and when I turn the
corner the sky just above the tree-line will be lit with these orange
and pink clouds and brightening blue sky, and I'll have to ease off
the gas pedal for a moment and just soak it in.
I like to complain to people about how
early I have to wake up in the morning (5 am!), but I'm beginning to
think that I am lucky to have a job that allows me to witness both
stars and sunrise, celestial wonders I don't often pause to observe.
Yesterday, as I pulled out of Lydia's Uniforms main office (which, by
the way, was initially difficult to find because a trailer was parked
in front of the address sign—come on, people!), I thought of the
words to the song You're Beautiful by Phil Wickham. I even started singing
it. That's the other good thing about driving a truck alone: it
doesn't matter how poorly you sing, no one can hear you. No one even
has to know. Unless you post it on your blog.
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