The Magical Hour Arrives…

Dawn is arriving sooner and sooner. Spring is on the way much to my relief. The magical hour started well before dawn this morning. It started with the shrill song of a redbird. I call it the magical hour in that it was such an important time during my homeless days. The nights would be so cold and I knew dawn was on the way followed by much, much warmer temperatures. The magical hour beckoned forth the flourish of the sun’s warmth upon which I would sit by my campfire as I warmed my hands.

I and Maggie had a good night’s sleep. I have learned to make ample room for her on my single bed. If I don’t, it will find her at my feet which will drive me crazy. I awoke this morning to find her lying beside me sound asleep. I petted her and she rolled over to snuggle up beside me. I then walked into the den to turn on my gas heater. Maggie plopped down upon the floor to lie in front of it to bask in it’s heat. Our routines are so singular and without fail when I am not drinking.

Pipe Tobacco is still in my thoughts this morning. I know he will not read this. The last thing on his mind would be the internet and his blogging friends during this terrible time of strife. I wish I could call him to offer my support and well wishes. Unfortunately, we have never talked on the phone despite our long history as blogging friends. I do wish him the best. God speed once again my dear friend and know that you are not alone in the least. Your friends are thinking of you.