On a cool January morning in Denver, the sun slowly rising and painting the clouds a strawberry red, Lukas waited out the clock in his car before his shift started. Coworkers would drive into the employee parking lot, located next to his assigned building, dreading their own walks to work. All hikes were further than his own. He considered himself blessed.
The lot was long and surrounded by a much larger complex, full of cattle and ranchers, all gearing up, stretching out, and doubling down on a full day of competition. The waxing crescent moon in the sky implied a far earlier time than it really was, but the chilly wind helped to affirm the pain of this early awakening.
Lamps inside RVs warmed these homes-away-from-homes and created the first spark to a full day. Tired hands searched for glasses and spectacles, as to find the right button on the coffee maker. The first cup can decide so much for the outcome of a day. Will it bring jow, success, and pleasantries or pain, suffering, and undesired stress? There’s only one way to find out. Drink deeply and pray.
The sky had burst into a small brush fire as Lukas emerged from the car and trudged, fists buried in his sleeves, to the nearest open door. He hoped his cup of coffee was one of good luck.
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