Since I was up from four a.m. on Wednesday and looked like a brand new charged battery by quarter to six, mother took me out for a six a.m. morning walk. She hoped I would slow down.
And again on Tuesday, since I was wide -awake from four and had the similar sort of motivation, mother took me out for another six a.m. morning walk.
By Friday I got used to six a.m.
Today, on a Saturday, six a.m. morning walk is an old habit.
Since we are walking everyday at six a.m., I am beginning to form an opinion about it. Six a.m. is getting built up within me as a process that includes the sound of my footsteps on the streets, casual cats sitting in the middle of the streets, mysterious looking trees that seem to hide their staring eyes somewhere in patches of darkness and of course those street lamps that light up certain parts of the street and foot paths in their conservative manners.
The process called six a.m. includes a certain shade of morning that I would never have experienced within the walls of my home. My nostrils breathe in and out the somber silence and the shade of early morning as the light from the eastern sky tries to push away the reluctant dark patches in their silent battle.
It makes me feel defensive about darkness.
The world looks so much simpler without those busy colours and the dynamics of movements that future time of the day would reveal, making the world a vast field of confusion. Perhaps only those cats can understand. Couldn’t the world be one long street with lamp posts on either side?
Six a.m. shows a perfect world where all one needs to do is walk under one lamp post to another wondering what is in the mind of that cat who just moved under one of those last patches of darkness that is still holding up against the morning.
I leave some of my Titoism there for the cat to discover.
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Tito Rajarshi Mukhopadhyay
Left Brain Right Brain 
There is an autistic child in my house who likes 6a.m. walks too Tito. When we were on holiday I could see xyr enjoying the silence, as did I.
I can see that a couple of other people might be ready for a 6 a.m. outing, it’s the ‘walking’ bit that might be a bit of an issue.
Cheers
Luckily, lately those 6am’ers are getting up at 7 and letting Mommy sleep in this house.
Mine enjoy a walk, one to look quietly around at all there is to see, one to miss everything that’s out there as he talks and talks and talks.
Earplugs???? I prefer the quiet. Then remember, conversation wasn’t suppose to happen according to the Dev Ped, and I answer all those questions and listen to the stories and remember “to be careful what you wish for”…. and not complain about it.
S.
Glad to hear from you again Tito!
I wish I could join in on the 6am walkabouts, somedays at least. Not too cold, not too warm, with most of the remains of yesterday already gone from the air. Steam from someone’s morning shower rising from the storm drain.