Early morning changes
I awoke this morning to the sound of thunder . . . It was the early morning departure of several F-22 Raptors heading out in the cold clear darkness of an Alaskan morning. As I looked skyward I could the Big Dipper and the North Star directly overhead. The Raptors headed straight up into the night sky as if to fly over the large ladle in the sky. The cold penetrated my unshaven face and my Hawaiian shirt felt out of place without a jacket. The sound quickly faded in the coldness and I hurried back inside after taking the dog outside for his first morning romp. I left the house to meet up with the Saturday morning breakfast club, a group of friends I have spent my Saturday mornings with for over five years now. The only time it has varied is if one or some of us are not in town. As I turned south towards my breakfast meeting I could see the faint glow of first light silhouetting the mountains to the east. The clear sky and faint breeze made it feel colder th...