Saturday

At 5:30 A.M.

It really was a beautiful Saturday morning. A crispy air and crunchy snow kind of morning. 

The smell of 24 hours of freedom was in the air.

A kind of morning that I don't really observe until I sit down at 12:00 at night and contemplate.

Some may wonder why I woke up at 5:30.

I wonder also. 

Turns out I had ballroom practice at six at the school. 

And it so happens that it was canceled today. 

So my friend and I walked around Walmart at six in the morning with stretchy black shirts on.

I enjoyed the looks people gave us. I could tell they were thinking:

"Teenagers? In Walmart? At the crack of dawn? With tight, black shirts on? Is the world ending already? "

We laughed. 

And then the day started.