It’s been a long time since I’ve woken up at dawn (willingly), but today I woke up with excitement and a rested mind. I just started my birthday vacation. In the morning I played a little piano before turning on some music, and, since I was in my basement, I couldn’t quite see the sun.
I played a quick ditty, hitting just a few notes in random succession. Nothing planned; nothing already written. It was just an aubade for my day that can never be replicated. Feeling restless with the start of my day, and in need of some action, I walked away from the piano, put my running shoes on, and headed out the door with headphones in my ear. I don’t remember the songs that played, but they were all aubades for the impending sunset of my twenties, and aubades for the dawn of thirty years.