Yawning, carrying a steaming cup of coffee, I walk outside the quonsett hut for the first observation of the day. I see immediately that it is going to be a boring day. Not a cloud to be seen. I set my coffee on the bunker roof and climb up beside it. The air is almost cold.....55 degrees and army skivvies and tee shirt tend to clash. I love these early mornings. Sun will be up in another hour. The post will awaken with the sun. Helicopters don't fly much at night here. I wave at the controllers in the tower. They are doing their pre-sunrise routines just like me.
I set my coffee down and jump down on the ground. Time to go in and get the observation on the teletype. It always amazes this kid from west Texas that the whole world sees my weather report. The warmth from the well, worn wooden floor feels like heaven to my could feet. In fact the air enfolds me like a blanket. Most of the year I flee inside to hide from the heat. Not so this morning.
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