sun rises from ocean
joggers are out in numbers
island comes awake
In season, tourist traffic makes the morning commute an issue.
Not like out of season.
Out of season, with school in session, enough teachers, students and buses have to be at schools located out on the island, rather than on the mainland, that car traffic slows way down and I leave early in the morning to avoid it.
In season, there is no school traffic to speak of and car travel is a little bit faster but there is the tourist traffic to worry about.
I don’t mean cars.
I mean bikes.
I mean joggers.
Joggers and bikers line the roads early in the morning.
Joggers on the sidewalks and foot paths, ignoring the crosswalk signs.
You need an eye for cars.
An eye for traffic lights.
And an eye to watch out for those joggers.
Those people who sweat and strain, body all aching and wracked with pain all the work year long, waiting for vacation and once they get here to the island, the get out of bed at the crack of dawn … to go running.
The island is quiet in the morning.
The sun rises silently, without noise.
I make my way to work and park.
I walk through the hotel complex to my office.
The only sound is the early morning birds and the housekeeping staff with their vacuums getting started on their day.
That and the low sound of feet, padding in running shoes, hitting the pavement.
The sound of tourists enjoying their vacation.
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