An early start.
I'm an early bird, starting my days well before the sun rises.
When we lived in San Francisco, I remember getting up early to walk the 1.5 miles to my office on Market Street. I'd leave home around 5:30 and marvel at the city waking up.
The hazard lights on delivery trucks. The creaking of the cable cars. The rush of commuters climbing up the stairs from …
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