first minutes, last day

I drive.  Almost every morning at 6:40am I drag my half asleep self to my car and drive down my deserted dirt road to take my oldest daughter to work.  It's beautiful.  By the time I'm returning there's a glow, a lifting fog, and animals playing in the sunrise.  This morning was the last day.  Baby girl has signed a lease and will be moving to her own apartment a town over.  It's a new beginning and an end.



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