“Guys, it’s 6:30. Time to get up!” Jessica says, softly and quietly enough so as not to damage our tired ears. Waking up is the only time I ever doubt where I am, and even then, it’s only for a moment. Emily and I have a vicious morning cycle commencing with each of us waiting for the other to get up first. Neither of us are morning people, but once we’re out of bed, we can’t help but laugh. We’re up before the sun. Usually we sing, loudly and jarringly, all together while we dress. Several layers later, we all walk out the door, out of our cozy cabin, and the crisp outside air greets us. Emily maintains that it’s going to snow two and a half feet today, just like it was supposed to yesterday, last weekend, and the week before that. “I’m telling you, two and a half feet!”
At morning gather, Evan shares a Chinese poem and translates it for us all to hear. We all huddle together in our circle until he finishes and then head to chores. I pull out my weathered chart and head to each building to record the progress of each alternative energy source. It’s light out now, but the sun still isn’t up, so I have to wait before recording the solar panels on top of Gordy or the Gatehouse. After I’ve recorded the data, I head to the sustainability office, where Jason and I have been making graphs for each energy source. We work on this until breakfast, plotting the savings of each machine, comparing how efficient they are, estimating the amount of propane that’s been used since August. Walking over to the Wallace Center, the sun is rising, but the day has already begun. I look forward to the day, look forward to tomorrow, and look forward to being exactly where I am.
-Lydie Blundon, Somerset, VA