West Olive Avenue is easy on the eyes as night turns into day.
By John Murphy
Walked into 3D Donuts in Highland at 4:30 a.m. Friday and the Cambodian lady said, “Large coffee?”
“Yeah,” I said, and started dropping dimes and nickels on the counter. Didn’t have any bills.
“Need 15 more cents,” she said, and I handed over two more coins and tossed the rest in the tip jar.
The K Rail was out on the 210 overpass … construction going on. Over on Boulder a car was getting towed. I crossed the wash to Redlands and parked in front of my favorite vacant house on West Fern Avenue. Another day.
I tuned my Smart phone to classic rock but was bored by Steely Dan. Switched to Outlaw Country and got Chris Stapleton. More like it. Time to get my miles in.
A full moon. Purple sky. Palm trees. Nice way to start the day.
The beauty of exercise – besides the obvious – is the loose sense of camaraderie. Where else do strangers wave or nod as they pass? I see some of the same people each day and exchange pleasantries.
Nearing the finish, on West Olive, I paused to snap a photo and nearly collided with a runner. He was unfazed.
“That’ll make a great photo,” he said, pointing at the moonlit road ahead.
Guess I’ve taken worse.
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