There is a recognizable and unmistakable morning sound that disrupts the deepest slumber. Each one of us has customized that sound with the advent of cellphones and programmable sounds. Nevertheless, we all know the wake-up call of our personal alarm clocks.
Mine sounds loudly at 5:00AM in the morning. Admittedly, there are times when I am awake, waiting for the sound to start my day. But, there are just as many days when the sleep spoiler jars the most peaceful moments of a deep repose.
Now, the fast-paced routine begins. My shower, shave and clean-up climax with my wardrobe selection for the day. Breakfast and lunch are checked off and it is time to climb into our commuter machine.
My bride and I have been alone since we climbed out of bed. Now, we enter the road system at 5.55AM and we are no longer the lonesome duo. Instead, we are mixed into the masses on their way to work into Houston.
Seriously, there are thousands of vehicles merging on to the freeway system. The sky is still dark. Even the sun does not want to rise this early.
Headlights illuminate the black asphalt. Reflectors built into the roads and strategically call attention to road signs. Mostly, it is dark outside, very dark.
Stop-and-go is the best description of the daily commute. Some drivers have their radios blaring. One guy with his custom exhaust system loves to fall back then accelerate quickly so that everyone else can hear the rumble of his loud pipes.
I have a different practice. My bride and I carpool together. We have wonderful conversations on the way into work.
Sometimes we laugh. Other times we discuss an important national or world issue. Many times we are discussing the meaning behind a particularly interesting passage of Scripture.
Of course we have a running commentary on the driving habits of those who are around us. We like the majority of drivers who obey the law and are courteous to others. There is also our common dislike for the impatient driver who is zig zagging in and out of traffic because they are in a rush.
Perhaps the best part of all is the traffic lightens up for us after a brief two mile stretch. That is when we are allowed to enter the HOV lane and dispense with the traffic jam and reach nearly posted speeds all of the way into work. It is more than a small blessing and we are grateful.
photo credit: brucefong photography