My moment of zen

When the alarm goes off @ 4:45am, I have to hit it a few times before I can roll off the bed.  If I'm lucky, I eventually get up by 5 and it's off to the shower. A quick 10 minutes in the glorious hot water (btw, the house is a balmy 65 degrees when you wake), and I'm out again, shivering, drying off, and crazily getting geared up for the hospital: dress shirt-check, slacks-check, white coat stuffed with granola bars, pens, crackberry, itouch, ID badge, med/surg reference books-check, my lucky celtic spinner ring-check, check, and triple check. Then I grab my glasses, change bag, scarf, coat, and shoes and I'm off to do battle once more as a lowly med student in the germ-infested, pimp-question laiden halls of the hospital.  12+ hours of moving and shaking, and I'm back home to read and study some more (every once in a while, tutor and work @ the library) and sometimes the day doesn't end until after midnight. 

I don't get much calm from the time I wake up to the time I hit the sack.  So I thank God for what ever peace I can get...and lately, it's been the 5 minutes I spend warming up my car before driving to work.  I turn the engine on, breathe a big lungful of crisp, cold air, and stare out at the winter sky, witnessing the first rays of dawn barely breaking through the dark velvet. I watch my breath form small cloud vapors and just zone out as they disappear silently. I quietly meditate on the windshield frost and wait patiently for that first water droplet to fall.  Before I know it, it's time to go.  So I hit the radio switch and tune in to NPR.  And if I'm lucky, the morning show would play a song that gets me in the groove.

This morning, I got lucky (songwise, not...you know...but It'll do for now).  And today was a good day.

Song of the day: "The Book Of Love" - Peter Gabriel (Scrubs sdtk)