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? "
And then the day started.