The floorboard creaks as I tiptoe to my seat, eager to watch the first time children meet.

I am up 

with the sun, 

an ancient plate 

in danger of breaking 

holds pancakes 

and fruit.

I wait 

I watch. 

The earliest wakers 

One of my favorite pastimes is people-watching on the porch.  

I will have my tea or lemonade in hand,  

Book resting on my propped-up knees.  

Julia from down the street will wave and ask how I'm doing.