Chapter Twelve
Wednesday May 2, 2018
The wind is low, the birds will sing, and all that ...
I woke up early for work today—ten hours early—two hours before the diner was to open at five in the morning. I made a new playlist in the dark dawn then walked around my neighbourhood—the neighbourhood where this story all began. I listened to Revolution 1 by The Beatles and could hardly withhold my inclination to walk to it in a joyous lilt along Etherington, appreciative of the wonderful May weather.
The energy that I had this morning was not just mine. There was something calling me out to move with it. And as the light opened up on the horizon above the blooming spring verdancy, I went to the diner as has been customary since my fourteenth and first graduating year of college.
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