Early Morning

Hieromonach, that was one of the first words I read this morning.

I woke up earlier than usual and after the customary coffee, I went through a circuit workout, slightly harder than usual, adding in a few exercises and ending with resistance band exercises.

While waiting for the young boy to get ready, I opened The Brothers Karamazov at the dog eared page, to arrive shortly at a sentence with the aforementioned Hieromonach.

Delicious, I thought, trying the word silently.

When the young boy and I started the short time on feet run, it was dark, biting cold, and the sky was seemingly devoid of the moon.

We ran light and quick, exchanging short sentences and rattling words, lips quivering with the cold.

Towards the end, the sky was pale pink at the horizon line and an obstinate grey above, as if unwilling to let go of the night.