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Morning rush hour
By ella | October 17, 2007
I pause at the garage door, boots on, coat and hat pulled tight, and look up at the ominous sky. It’s still dark and more than a little bit foreboding even though I know our walk like the back of my hand and even though I know sunrise will be here within a few minutes. Yesterday the field was subsumed by thick fog, rendering me blind beyond my own fingertips. The dog, familiar with every bump in the terrain and being blessed with better senses bounded ahead, unafraid of the white wall ahead of us. Today no fog, but the rain starts to fall thick and heavy. The thick mud will be slippery enough that I will lose my footing at least once, sending me painfully over and making me flush with embarrassment and annoyance even though no-one is around to see me. As I step away from the shelter of the door, the wind blows stinging rain into my eyes and cold air down anywhere my coat is not glued to my skin. I haven’t even set off yet I long to be back, hot cup of coffee in my hands.
As I reach the gate my thickly-gloved fingers struggle with the latch. I look back at the house, lit up like a Christmas tree, lights twinkling in the rain. I see Harry, fresh from sleep and energised in the way only small boys can be, shouting and running up the hallway like a demented creature, his face distorted in the wet glass. I see William, with a twelve hour night of sleep acting as catalyst, clinging to Matthew’s legs in a dawn rugby tackle. I see Ben sobbing over the latest toddler injustice, building his daily list of grievances that we can neither anticipate nor solve. I see Matthew looking exasperated, cross and defeated in just one facial expression.
I pull my hat down against the wind and smile smugly because I know at this point of the morning, despite the cold and the rain, I definitely have the better job.
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