My Favorite Part of Touring

There is so much about touring that I love. The alone time that I get with Biceps during the wee hours of the morning when everyone else in the world is asleep is second to none.
The creative time I am allotted is almost overwhelming. And, I actually want to talk on the phone for longer than five minutes. It’s a great change-a-roo to my schedule.

But this moment you see here is my absolute favorite thing about touring.
‘Hello, Cleveland!’…

The sun is wiping the crusties out of its eyes and the moon is partaking of its ‘last call’.
No one is really sure who’s in charge, so the clouds take over and really show off.

At this moment, I have already brewed and partaken of two pots of coffee. I am a little ‘hopped up’ and probably irritating Biceps by now.
You however, are probably wrestling with the alarm clock, your cat demanding treats or the drool hanging from your mouth.

I know that I have almost another hour before I can call my Mom and sing to her, ‘Good Morning, good morning, good morning, it’s time to rise and shine!’
I decide to clean the bus to cool off before I spread my sunshine any further.

The blue is peeking through the clouds, warning us that we only have a few more minutes before the clerk at the truck stop will start copping an attitude.
If you can catch them at just the right moment, they are actually pleasant. I recommend between 5 and 6 am.

This moment makes changing generator oil worth it.
It almost vanquishes the thought of another night of cleaning the stinky toilet ten dudes have ‘tried’ to hit while they were intoxicated.
Almost. But not all the way.

I have a theory that God made sunrises just for me.
And maybe a few other people, I’m sure. But mostly for me.
At least that’s my theory.
It is my favorite part of touring, though. That and the money.