A Morning Surprise
I get up before 6 a.m. to see my daughter off to work. I grab my water and head out the door for a brisk walk, taking out the morning newspaper from it's box. It's sure a thick one, full of flyers! The morning colours of a pink and purple sky bring a smile to my face. It's going to be a good day. As I start down the street, I remember delivering the morning papers last summer. I remember how I love seeing the morning sky as a moving canvas of swirling, changing colours. Since my injuries sidelined that form of regular exercise, I've been slowly working up to walking again. My knee is starting to feel like it used to...finally! My neighbour also delivers and I know she's away in Stratford for a few days. The thought crosses my mind, "I wonder who is doing her papers? The way I'm feeling, I might be able to sub for her some day." Because of that thought, I turn right instead of my usual left and soon see her daughter with a heavy bag. Grand