Once again I find myself utterly alone in a world still fast asleep. That I am now a "morning person" continues to astound me. Yet, it is six a.m and I am wide awake. My hour of magic begins.
I had hoped to see deer grazing in Hans Christian Andersen Park, but I do not see a single creature. Not even a squirrel. The playground is empty. The walking trails exposed. I pause at a sign warning lone hikers of mountain lions. Should I continue? Is it fool-hardy?
The roots of an ancient oak form tendrils down a sloping hill. Green moss brightens stone steps. This world is so beautiful, all thoughts of danger disappear. I walk on.
And then I see it. Massive wings behind a locked gate. I peer inside to see a wooden eagle. "Release me," he taunts and for a fraction of a second I attempt to do just that. I pull on the door. I wiggle the rusty lock. Both are flimsy. With a single yank, I could easily set him free. "Only if you take me with you," I say.
. . .and my magic hour continues.
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