Hrvoje Fiuri

I wake up and look at the clock, drowsy and bleary-eyed, trying to make out the numbers. The alarm didn't go off, it's 6 AM and I've overslept. I get out of bed cautiously but swiftly, dash to the window and cast a glance over the town. It's dawn but the Sun hasn't come up yet and I'm trying to convince myself that I'm not late and that If I hurry I'll get to the spot in time to catch the first rays of light. Everything's going so fast. I get out of the bathroom in no time and start thinking about how Gabi (my wife) always takes a “tad“ longer in there. I skip breakfast and silently descend the stairs, trying not to wake anyone. I walk past Toto (the dog), who is still asleep since he just isn't the morning type. Then I'm driving through the city, heading west and constantly looking in the rearview mirror with dread to see if the Sun had grown weary of waiting for me to show up. But everything is fine, the Sun is still hanging low and casting its morning shadow over the hilltops. I finally arrive at the desired spot and carefully park so I do not block the field road, since someone was picking corn at the time. I scurry down towards the fields carrying my equipment, which is beginning to chafe and grip me tightly. I walk back and ...