Dawn

Coffee (the peppermint creamer and sugar laced concoction that I tend towards in the early mornings this time of year) and I sit on the front porch. Fog creeps between my laptop screen and my eyeballs. There is a chill in the air and the traffic out on the main road (two miles away) sounds like it is 10 feet away. Fog is weird.
It doesn't get foggy like this often, here, but when it does, it is a rare treat. I can see to the end of the house and to the edge of the house across the street. The Mexican Sage bushes in the flower bed in front of me make decorative shadows against the neighbor's Christmas lights (on all night) and bring an interesting scent to the coffee and fog laden air.
A dew speckled car sits beneath the street light out front, entirely too close to the fire hydrant.
My breath adds to the fog (it is chilly this morning) as does the steam from my cooling coffee. The chill of the cement steals into my butt and my feet as I sit on the porch instead of a chair (go figure).
I wrap in my mexicana colored shawl (I love my shawl) and I enjoy the not quite dawn.