3:28

Woke up at 3:28 am. It's amazingly quiet. That damn little bird who chirps an endless song must finally be sleeping. The only sound is a northbound train and a neighbor's air conditioner, which seems amazingly pointless on a 65 degree night. Wait, I just heard the bird. 3:58. Bless her little heart.
The kid leaves for Texas in 32 hours. It feels like giving up my leg. "Hey, can I borrow your foot for a month?" That sounds as ridiculous as it feels.
But, it's a time for movement. Everyone I love seems to be on the move in one way or another. Some physically and some mentally. I sure hope everyone gets to their destination, and I hope we all come back a little bit different.
That freaking bird is relentless.