Perfect morning

An ideal start: a run through the Boston Common and along the brick streets of Beacon Hill, on a crisp and clear morning, the temperature around 40.

Conveniently ending across from Starbucks — one of my habits — then watching the people come and go. They are beginning their days, and I wonder about their lives and commitments.

Walking back to the hotel, I enjoy a long, hot shower. Along the way, I check in with Andrea, Grant, and Lori, wishing each of them a good day.

This morning, I have plenty of time before the meeting, time to think about what is important and to enjoy the gifts that have graced the beginning of my day.

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