I never was an early riser, but that day that morning for you I was

My eyes opened before the sunlight hit my sleepy eyelids

The morning driving to donuts to watch the planes fly high in the sky before the sun came alive

Streams of light spilling across the dashboard into the front seat across your eyes

A smile with teeth but from you that was never a surprise

I was never an early riser, but that day that morning for you I was

My eyes blinked away the sleep in them to the sound of raindrops

The morning running to my car in the dark as rain fell into my hair, on my face, in my eyes

Red lights glimmering off the wet pavement as I drive because to walk into a cozy coffee shop only to sit back in the rain with you and a steaming cup of coffee felt a lot more like rest than sleep ever did

I was never an early riser, but that day that morning for you I was

My eyes wanted to stay shut but they popped open and blinked away the jet lag to the sound of an alarm and a hush from the top bunk every creak and tiptoe and breath heard as I snuck outside trying my best to remain unheard trying to somehow stay on high alert

Cold air hit my face as I walked and it felt like a race to walk as the morning sun peeled across the field and sitting on a concrete slab in the middle of nothing and everything watching the hot air balloons paint the sky with flecks of color

Sitting under the colored sky limbs gently entangled hot tea resting next to me in awe of all the things we might get a chance to see before we die

I was never an early riser, but you were so I was that day that morning for you I’d have been anything