I love watching downtowns wake up. In Detroit and the Big Apple, I made it a point to rise early and get out on the streets and watch how a big city begins its day.
This morning, I tried Nashville and was most impressed with those things created by man but more by that created by God.
At 6:45 a.m., only a few people are making the slow, dogged walk to work.
By 7 a.m., automobiles arrive in greater numbers. Those from the Cumberland Plateau communities this morning had a couple of inches of show on them.
By 7:15, the homeless men make their way up the hill from the river to the bus station near the state Capitol. They keep to themselves, bothering no one. They and their colleagues need not be rousted by public policy.
By 7:30, the city is alive. The heartbeat is full.
Yet the greatest sight is at 7 a.m.; that's when the sun rises on the Cumberland River, reminding you of how good it is to be alive today no matter the chill of the weather or the challenges in life.
Nashville is a beautiful place waking up in the morning. She is clean and most attractive.
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