On Early Mornings

It is a gift to wake up before the sun rises. To feel, falsely, that you may be the only person on earth awake at this hour.

In the darkness, rising is like waking from a lucid dream. Being able to explore the world without light, even for minutes, requires that I turn to my own inner light for guidance. And when the sun finally emerges, you’ll greet it warmly having beaten it to the punch.