The hotel microwave’s clock sent an eerie green glow – 5:42AM it said. I tossed and turned under the comfort of the 300-thread count blanket, trying to get back to dreamland. Then I sat up, defeated by the call of the morning. I am a morning person, but I only wake up this early from dire necessity: for that early morning swim, for warm breakfast with the family before prepping for school or for that 15-hour road trip. It is more so for The Husband, whose energy levels rival a sugar-high toddler in the dead of night. But, after a few minutes post my rolling out of bed, The Husband shook off his cotton cocoon; already awake at this night owl’s ungodly hour. Perhaps this is THE waking hour for Show Low, AZ: a sleepy town in the middle of the Arizona mountains, where the old-fashioned adage “Early to bed and early to rise.” runs deep, even to passersby like us.
Its not only the waking hour that’s from a bygone era. The Husband and I stood out from the sea, or rather trickle, of silver hair, wrinkles and hunched backs, who carefully squinted and scrutinized the sugar content of the pancake syrup at the hotel’s breakfast area.
Coffee Mania, the homegrown coffee shop, along one of two of the town’s main streets (Yes, they only have TWO main roads!), whose cashier, barista, baker AND owner, opened at 5:30AM and closed at 2PM. Don’t people need their coffee fix in the evening as well?
The main roads bereft of the concept of rush hour, as most locals went below the speed limit of 35MPH. Is there any drastic need to rush anyway?
I sat in the coffee shop, sipped my cup of steaming hot black cup of Joe, watched the clouds float along the clear sunny Arizona sky and cleared the million thoughts swimming in my head. Maybe they should’ve changed the town name from Show Low to SLOW Low, I thought and smiled. Maybe slow and old–fashioned isn’t so bad after all.
Delirious about delicious,