My alarm clock is set for 6:15. It’s a good time to get up.
Sometimes for my bladder, 6:15 is simply too late. Twenty or thirty minutes before the alarm clock goes off, my bladder will be insistent that now is the time to get up. “Now!” it screams. “Now!”
This was one of those mornings. The rest of my body dragged itself out of bed wearily, because the bladder couldn’t wait.
Upon returning from the bathroom, I was greeted by a sight through the bedroom window — the nearly full moon through the trees behind the complex.
The cosmic dance of the solar system’s movement through the stars goes on.