Sunny-Side Up

I was up before five this morning.

That's a real feat for me, considering I'd only rolled into bed just a few hours before (2 a.m.), and that on most days, it's practically impossible for me to regain consciousness before 7 a.m.. It was still raining outside, just as it was before I went to sleep. Downstairs, Inday was making my brother's baon - fried bacon, eggs, and garlic rice. Crackling and simmering on the pan, that smell - oh, that smell! - made me want to give up my already half-hearted practice of pesco-vegetarianism right then and there, because, ladies and gentlemen, there's nothing like a bacon breakfast on a cold, rainy morning. But I resisted: the body wills itself to think of higher things - firmer thighs, sleeker arms - so the temptation passes.

Beautiful dawns are made of these: Eric Clapton playing on iTunes ("And our love will rule/ In this kingdom we have made/ Till then I'll be a fool/ Wishing for the rain"), the prospect of a productive day ahead (at work, and at play), and wonderful memories (of friends and family) from the night before. Finally, there's the long bath that will wash away yesterday's grime, giving the illusion of glowing skin, fresh from love.

On a day like today, anything seems possible.